You know what, Sherlock?
Love? That’s pathetic
His arms were drenched in her cologne,
the other day,
the smile so nefarious,
conniving yet innocent.
I gave him my heart, you know?
I gave him elusive veins and Sherlock,
what do I get? I am deceived,
as though my eyes are blinded
as though he has no humanity.

He’ll give you promises,
Dozens of words,
“I’ll always be there”
“I’ll always love you”
“I’ll never leave you”
Son, if you hear them, run
Run, until they never find you again.
Can love be banished,
From the very depths of Earth and Heaven?

God, if you can hear me,
Can you let a sad, sad girl,
be devoid of love again?
For if I were to love again,
Pure, artistic insanity would fill my veins,
my mind would be an enigma I couldn’t comprehend.

If I reach the heavens,
God forbid, love exists there
Love echoes of blood
and facades a life of it all,
Love? Hah, that’s pathetic
Can you just let a sad, sad girl live?