Loser

Let me distill my soul for you.
Percolate it and pour it out like coffee.
Drink fast. It's no good when it's tepid.
You disguise the bitterness with sugar
and temper the texture with
milk.
Without those things,
In it's pure form,
You say,
"It's just dirty water."

Excuse me while I fill this hole in my heart with radio waves and poetry,
While I rot my brain with romance novels and dreams
about great sex that I will never have.

Who do you love?
Me or the thought of me?
I'm asking you the impossible.
Love what's behind these walls
Without asking me to take them down.

There's no faith in this world anymore.