a hundred love letters

The wise man said
that the war between good and evil
is like having two dogs that fight
and the dog that wins
is the dog you feed more
I've been feeding
the wrong dog
for way too long
He has a thirst for no good
a parasitic lust for blood
and petulant murderous reflexes
No wise man can help me now
It's time to pay
for a thousand misdeeds

The night is an empty womb
and I feel welcome there
My eyes are in my head
but my heart conjures
a hundred love letters
mix tapes, hours of IRC
late night snacks
rocket fuel for breakfast
and the girl who loved me
in spite of my unnecessary ways
Maybe she's just curious
of how this mess will end
Her curls, her laugh
have hexed me
a thousand times over
I look forward to
a thousand times more.