Loving you is a rat in me
He walks and gnaws
He gives me no rest.
If I don't see you he's hungry.
Not feeding him,
I starve myself
When you are with me
He leaps for joy.
And bites my heart
Oh take a knife and cut him out
even though
it rips me apart
Be shot of love - be shot
Of if and what
and what and if.
This bastard thing belongs to you
and now it's you
that makes me live.




A nice poem.
10 old applause
