You are more important than proving a point, or whatever else excuse I can come up with. I don't want you to wake up mad and I'm sorry you had to go to sleep upset. It was wrong of me to drudge up past mistakes when I have far greater offenses and you never do that to me. I'm really sorry for being unfair in that way and for undermining you. You were justified in how you felt.

Ghosts of arguments passed.
The harsh echo of words that linger
In the coldest corners of your mind.

Foggy apparitions that slither through your body without permission,
Like the way a hurt can enter and never leave fully.

Acidic taste of ***** spouting,
Burning through good memories.
Now they're tainted with chunks of food you've forgotten you ate.

And all that's left
Is shoulders hunched forward,
Back and neck stiffened
As you brace yourself for the pain.

It's funny how things work out.
Even funnier how they don't.

Cranky clitorous
Shaking in bliss.
Topsy turvy,
Give me a tickle.
Give me a lick,
Like lollipop sugar sweetness -
You've got a candy coated tongue.

Twitching legs.
Raking nails across
Crumpled sheets.

Don't cry baby,
Even though it's beautiful to die.

Something wasted,
Something ruined,
Something rubbed raw.

Goodbye to goodbyes.
They always turn sour.
Like your fingers after you've touched me.

**** on this.
**** on me.
**** it up baby,
Stop scraping your knees for my sympathy.

She liked the way his ***
Gave her shiny, webbed fingers.
She liked to hold them up to the light
And watch the way they glistened.
A translucent filth.
She identified with this.
She aspired to be this ***** thing
That could be had,
Without being seen.

Most people swallowed her up.
But she wanted to be spit out.

Timing's off.
Different clocks.
Yours says go.
Mine says stop.
Your time's fast,
And my time's slow.