Love is Like a Shiv

Goths I saw at Wal-Mart

Outside, standing in the Wal-Mart parking lot

By a green Escape radiating the heat

I saw two Goths go by in the sunny spot

Dressed in black with black hair, all white, but not sweet.

The girl on the right picked lint from your shoulder strap,

You were looking at me watching you look away,

But your expression was like a sign over a trap

And I thought you were both at least some sort of gay.

For I have seen that look in another reality show

For it crossed the face of someone I knew who had died

Or never was more than a facade? How am I to know?

All I know was it made me sad to see it from this side.

Love can be so ugly when it is vain and not real

It can engrave your insides on the sharpest steel.