LOVE SICK Lyrics

I started this piece when I was at Whidbey island October 2022

I finished this piece February 18th 2023

This is tribute to Erich Fromm, Bell hooks and Tina Turner

What's love got to do with it

Bitch

I loved you at first sight

Like Jessy Marsinick

I loved you more

Part per square footage than the arctic

I loved you from afar

From the bar, from a tarpit

I loved you raw

Without a hat, all from where god sit

I loved you hard

Yo I loved you fantastic

I thought you loved your mans manic

Barely hard in a casket

I would've gave up love to give gut fuel

A hand to stab it

What's love to a damned rabbit

14 karat gold band tragic

I loved you like Aracely love John

I loved you like Debra love Smith

Then beloved the Falcons

I loved you

Like the Rainier Mountains

I couldn't see

It wasn't just smoke

It was Practical Magical

On the back of a pack of bees

I loved you

Like good sex and poetry

I loved you

While the world slept and didn't notice me

I loved you

Until you learned to love yourself

Without dopamines

I'll love you forever

But together will never leave

I love, I love you

I love, I love you

I hate you for so many reasons

I hate you

For telling me lies I knew without pretense

I hate you

For the side eyes and cheek kisses

I hate you

For the dummy drugs, bitches and dirty dishes

I hate you

For the constant ask for forgiveness

Never once meant one of those

Even an ounce I witnessed

I hate you

For the cover that you fronted

Book of a 100 summers about a good mother

She fly straight and cook suppers

I hate you

For your friends in low places

I hate you

For running your shit while I'm wasted

I hate you

Because I really hate myself faceless

Lost love

When mercury was in retrograde

Getting a facelift

I hate you, I hate you

I hate you, I hate you

I can't tell you how long I've felt alone

In the back seat of my own life

Whip spun out of control

The ownership of knowing

We'd never share this poem

Purposely poisoned porridge

For her back bent in stone

Catastrophe

Yo I heard back from home

A masterpiece

The words wrapped

In saran wrap my dome

Garbage can clandestine

Pact my map of rome

The treason, a young chap

Peter pan banned from phones

Can't scan my calls

Can't stand at all

I'm at the beauty pageant

Of damned dead women and dolls

I want to say peace to serenity and Augustine

May my love find the flowers

Butterfly towers

In Mother's Spring