Selfish Love

My hands are soiled.

But at least your heart is spoiled. 

Your hands, spotless.

Honey, you're royal.

I finally patched up those holes in my walls. 

Although both of us contributed to their destruction, 

I just went ahead and did it all.

But at least your home is built up. 

Spared, safe.

Honey, you're an eight ball. 

I put ice on my bruises.

Wrapped my bleeding fingers in bandages.

 Grabbed some crutches when I went out today. 

Since I know better than to lean on you for s**t. 

But you're happy, right?

You're not bleeding? 

Not broken?

Nothing is wrong?

You've a perfect bill of health? 

Yeah, that's what I thought.

The only reason that you're happy, and I'm not is because you only truly love yourself.