I'd* write you a poem about us,
Our hateful love,
Our biting kisses,
The stinging red marks you'd leave on my face.

We never made love,
We ******,
You never said to me you loved me,
I sure as **** didn't love you.

This isn't a poem,
I know it looks like one but it's not,
I'd write you a poem if I loved you,
When honestly I hope you drown.

He's out there right now,
In some other place,
Another street or city or state,
Another girl's bed or another guy's couch,
Wondering what he's missing.

She's out there waiting,
Drinking coffee or tea,
Or iced ***** Gimlets,
Poetry tattooed across her arm,
Needy hearts drawn across her notebook.

You'll meet at a bar,
Lonely souls craving contact,
Awkward hellos and quiet flirtations,
Free drinks from him and a phone number from her,
Your wedding is next fall.

Her hair spills across her shoulders,
Her eyes fry my brain,
Her skin is porcelain, snow white and spotless.

Her moans are soft,
Her cries are saintly,
She writhes beneath me, hot breath like flame.

She says my name,
Now I'm 17 again,
She's copying my science paper again for finals.

It's been 10 years since then,
I've been thinking about her ever since,
I see her at Starbucks and my heart bursts.

We met at a bar,
I recognized her and she pretends that she doesn't know me,
It's only after she finds out about my divorce that she remembers who I am.

The drinks go to my head,
I tell her that I work at the local bank, she tells me that she's between jobs,
She asks to sleep on my couch.

This is all of my high school fantasies,
She is everything I need her to be,
I've never been happier.

She's gone when I wake up,
The money has disappeared from the table,
I had only paid for the night.