This Thing Called Love...

I placate my fate with my middle finger as I become a singer of all that is "love".  Sweetened meat to entreat with targeted flame.  Game?  Game is for the sucker whose lips pucker for what he thinks he needs.  He feeds on the heart with his second best part only to find empty.  For me?  Give me insanity to rest my vanity on this thing called love.

If I die when she says goodbye...I'm alive...