Upcycle

I do think it’s better to have never loved at all

than have

Loved and lost or loved and found your back against the wall

I say hope is bitter sick and black because it’s true

It’s the tar that’s sticking me to these facsimiles of you

I believe that you meant well and that is why I stay

Close to people who ignore me and look down on me today.

I’m a loser, I’m a fool, I am twisted, weird and cruel

And so are the schmucks I choose

That’s the cycle of abuse