High Fructose Corn Syrup @ Summer Camp or ‘Infinite Ache’

Loneliness is not a function of solitude.

The ecstasy – terrible to see. 

Clutching my heart to my legs.

Tell me the moon never looked away. 

But I’d die for what I invest in, with faith. 

What you wish to sing of is tragic love. 

But, what you do is in direct 

proportion to how much you hate.

I am a citizen of nothing but you and yours.