twin girls, different in love.

She's got her heart on speed
dial, I send mine postcards
every once in a while. She
tells me he's the best thing
to ever happen to her, I
can't count how many days the last
one existed. She loves like
the world is on fire and only
she can put it out. I love like
war, I don't whisper it, I shout.

Her man is all sunlight and
empathy, & every guy I end up with
like a sailboat crashing against
the sea. Her man is all flowers
and undying love, I just can't wait
until the guy I'm with shuts up.

She holds her love in high-esteem,
I throw mine around like a swift
kick to the knees. And she is happy,
happy as can be, and I've got love
by the throat, destiny in between my
teeth, and I just sleep next to any
man who sings pretty things.

Because the biggest difference between
her and me: sometimes she can feel alone,
but she never gets lonely like me.