you know that i love you,
but maybe you should start praying for real instead of caressing each of my ribs under dark motel light when I lay on my back for you, words of religion rolling off your tongue treating each bone you touch like beads on a rosary instead of a frightened girl's body
and i don't know when this started but you're starting to scare me with your fiery tongue and your hands in my mouth and around my neck
and you know that i love you,
but i am no longer afraid to lose you

older men
later nights
ferry rides and a photo's sight
tight dresses
sweet guesses
lips on cheeks &
lies and messes
rain on your windows
tongues on your teeth
whiskey on your breath
daydreams of me
you feel like SATIN
but you taste like
POISON
beautifully mislead
with all but paranoia
we've got classroom
SMILES
but the things we do on bathroom
TILES
and we always stay up late
but it's all for the survival
and late nights in that apartment don't seem so
long
when all you've been doing is
singing my
SONG
and
licking your
LIPS
touching my
THIGHS
kissing my
NECK
while you say
GOODBYE
but guess which one of us said the lie
because in the morning after you said i'd be
GONE
im still here because with you nothing felt too
LONG

i would love you until you died
until those eyes staring up and down my body
rolled
backwards
until blood trickled down those bottom lids I used to kiss

but my body still shook like a
storm
under his weight

inspiration and imagination leeks through the hollow walls and onto the sticky floor of strawberry flavoured *****.
boys and girls kiss and touch while the poison seeps into their blood and i sit and
watch
everything
i watch the liquor move
i watch the bodies
i watch the sticky ecstasy in the air
i feel too
i feel the breath of my peers
i feel the heat of close skin
i feel the lips of strangers on my neck
i feel strangers hands run up my thighs
i watch and i feel and i experience and i submerge into a world that's unlike anything ive ever seen
it's a world so far from my cautious thoughts and frightened heart
here i can taste your skin on my teeth and i can feel your nails dig into my rib cage as your lips become hypnotic and addictive
here i am wrong in a devils game