Desperate like me.

DESPERATE LIKE ME.
sneak

I always knew my girlfriend -
would have purple coloured hair.
It's just the way it had to be.
It's written in my stare.
Her clothes would tout her confidence.
A style all of her own.
Her love for me immeasurable.
The reason never known.
She'd always talk impassively.
She'd always steal my glance.
She'd always murder other girls -
at every given chance.
She would wear her destiny -
behind mascara eyes.
The blacker her destruction,
the brighter shone my lies.
Trust could never be achieved.
My DNA decreed.
Genetically encoded.
My feelings go to seed.
Love is just a cry for sex.
And this she always knew.
But given time I'd learn to speak.
'I' and 'Love' and 'You'
Hacking meaning form decay -
in sentimental code.
Travelling to nowhere -
on a none existent road.
Girl with the purple coloured hair.
Boy with the heart of black.
A mis-match made in heaven,
and we're never going back.

sneak