The Garden

  
 
You gotta go back, gotta go back  
To the Garden, that’s where we found it,  
Remember, lover, when we first met?  
   
But then I slouch against the pillows  
And shout ’Why is it so dark in here!?’  
Then I realize I’m here alone.  
   
Forgetting to eat, so much happened  
On no sleep in twenty-four hours,  
But still I check my phone by its light.  
   
Though it was me, old habits die hard;  
I find myself yearning for your call,  
So I hear the voice that made me laff.  
   
Then suddenly, it starts to return.  
Passion, it seemingly never ends.  
Does it mean yesterday was a dream?  
   
On this I’ll meditate unless I  
Choose tonight to overmedicate;  
I better come to my senses quick.  
   
Have I had a fucking change of heart?  
I thought we’d already talked it out  
Who’s not to blame, I surrender dear.  
   
I shouldn’t be feeling any pain,  
But something is sticking in my craw;  
It was what you had said day before.  
   
We cudd’led on this exact wet spot.  
The distance began to separate  
With I wanna date other women.  
   
I choked, ‘Their platonic company?’  
No, to fuck with and ejaculate -  
I just wanted you to know the score.  
   
Even after when I said ‘How kind’,  
I imagined your head on the floor  
In a pool of your blood inches deep.  
   
I’m a good girl, and especially  
I’m a generous lover, and more,  
‘So you mean I don’t give you enough’.  
   
Your dead silence was thick as a plank.  
Now after two days I’m feeling it??  
The paintball gun you left me last year,  
   
I just realized a use for it;  
You were such a romantic biotch.  
I apologize dear, it was YOU!