I got in his vehicle,
for the hundredth last time,
I promised myself this would be the last,
But him and I both knew
Promises were meant to be broken.
He pulled out of my driveway,
and turned the radio up.
That was his way of fulfilling the awkward silence;
After all we had nothing but a secret in common.
The silence was deadly but could be heard in a large crowd.
Silent, but you could hear the ****** tension as if it was being sliced open by a blade.
I sat there, shotgun seat, questioning what I was doing.
"When will this ever end?" I thought.
I was addicted to pleasure and he was addicted to sin,
We were made for each other is a slightly twisted sense.
He put the car in park, we made it to our spot.
We have done this before but all there is is silence.
I peer into his dark and fragile eyes
I peer so deep, I crack his code,
I stop myself from getting lost and stranded in his weary soul.
He realizes I have him figured out he panics and covers it up with a bittersweet kiss,
He leads my fingers down his body right where it can be unzipped;
That seems to be our solution, we like to take our pain out on each other.
He is broken and my soul has been shattered.
I need his assurance that this will all be okay and over.
I start to wonder, "Have I fallen in love?",
Behind the ******* is a deteriorated soul.
I wipe my last bit of pride and dignity onto the floor,
I thank him for nothing,
But at least I exist.
I look back on my promise and begin to tell myself,
This can not be the last time or the lust will be lost.
The same old routine continues forever,
We have grown on each other through the sweet sense of pleasure.
For R.H with deepest pleasure, J.G.T