The happiest day of my life
was the day I knew I was gonna die
sooner rather than later, this time.
Because I'd been dying all along
it was just nice to have a tentative date,
gave me some time to RSVP
And then I was fine, and just like that
the grave filled itself in, lonely again
and my skin was still just skin
So I drank up my life, like the hours and minutes
were chai tea with soy (no water, please), poured over ice
because I'm pretentious like that.
I'm a little sorry, that I'm not at all sorry
because not much has changed since my due date has passed
I haven't rotted away, but I'm not any fresher.
I just really like the way the stars look
now that I no longer know
what day I am.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
You were bad in bed,
I’m talking from the outside looking in.
You never could push against me
Quite right, never quite long enough
And it was never as rough as I,
Or any sane woman,
Would want.
We all want to bleed, you see,
Convulsing between ***** sheets.
Castles are for princesses and I’m not royalty.
Don’t ask me why, then,
It’s your clumsy, hasty touch
I crave
Here in the stupidest hour of the black,
My irritated fingers pressing
Into half-hearted folds.
I can taste you on my lapping tongue,
I wish you’d come here
And be bad in my bed.
Turns out,
I seem to miss your incompetence
Most of all.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC