I can not stop thinking of things 
That she's doing when we're alone
No one would believe - 
She has such an innocent face,
Silent era film star appeal
Fragrance of sugared violets
Turned faux sinister
Love making turned into contest
Who hurts whom more
I'm disgusted with what you turn me into
You disgust me too but what else to do
Still call you come over
Force closeness, go through the motions
Have we always been enemies
In the restraints of memory and fame
Forget me not
It's easy to behave when we are captured in sweet syrup of the time
Two hateful butterflies