You, according to me............

You are:

pleasant like summer strawberries, in an orchard somewhere down westward,
sweet like the limes of my pies,
understanding and emotionally there,
vacant when I need space with you,
lonely behind those pretty eyes,
wasting away in front of me, resolving into dew-drops,
almost invisible from where I'm standing.

the river is a memory, is dry now,
car is a wreck, is yesterday,
whiskey is the nectar, is a poison,
bitter rock remedy is really good stuff, is the reason
the reason
you fell away.

Early morning, in your white coat,
in your single cell.
early morning with cigarette smoke and no one else.
run.

"and you know I loved you first, and I would prefer if she didn't empty her syringes in your arms..."

"your heart, it felt good"

"and I would buy them yellow roses...."