So far, too good

Honey, you're just too good for love.
love is for madmen
murderers
and whores
those who leech
who can't bleed
and viciously pray for floods.
Baby, love is for wererats
trolls
and wolves

So, why would you want to do that?
You
the brightest Galatea
pushed back and forth
by the kind windy weeps
of good men
dressed with lemon hats
and bright blue tuxes

Why would you want to do that?
You don't even like smokes
and I've seen paraplegic swans
drink with more passion

Why, why on earth would you want to love?
To love is to die in war
and we
the madmen
the whores
the wererats
and wolves
do it because that's what we can do best
to die and be killed
by the buoyancy of our actions
and to live again
through the sheer ignorance of your people
the good people
the tender
white
sweet people.

I love you
but you're too good for love
so get drunk
fuck hard
and when you can't watch yourself in the mirror
just for fear it could watch you back
come to me
and be loved

But for now
keep yourself away from my goddamn porch
cause you're honey, honey
and just too good for love.