HALF EMPTY

ex-lovers share plates and feels nothing like home.
we punch and fuck like we never did before.

there are certain rules that we don't obey.

we dance naked to the radio all day.
the winters are not watching as we scream "viva hate".
a company of sinners left to decay.
stares turn to ashes in the wake of the day.

if love was your way, what would morrissey say?