The Girl With The Dead Dad

totally fucking destroyed
by your body
the wreckage comes to complete
drunkenness
when you speak
and you do so softly
like you are washing me
i cling to your
irreverent beauty
that no one seems to understand
but when we're drunk
and walking the straightaways at midnight
with you by my side
and your soft skin
masking the pain i feel
that is so deep
i long to kiss you deeply
but i can't kiss you deep enough
because that deep doesn't exist
outside of the "you" and "me"
as we've pressed onto the "oneness"
sleep deprived and dizzy with dillusion
as we've switched oceanic coasts
we quit drinking and started again
we screamed and shouted and fucked and cried
and we died just a little bit inside
how will we ever recover
from this love?