I woke from a dream and just had to scream!
How will I ever make it through the week?
A Bell Jar irony, our soiree
A love for you that will not let me stay

My open-ended comment no one heard
In abrasive silence you think, “Absurd”
A bouquet not of roses, but of knives!
‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ only three times

I set teacups in perfect position
While myself was in a sad condition
I tied you down and forced tea through your lips
It was like a play where we burned the scripts

We continue, despite our bleeding lips,
Our unprofitable relationship