The boys only love me when my clothes fall off,
I've long forgotten how to stay stop
Fingerprint bruises cover my hips
And the taste of morning afters fill my mouth
I reach for him, but he's already dressed and out the door
Leaving the bed just as cold and empty as before
Trembling thighs and aching bones
Pillows full of breathless moans
This is nothing like the movies,
There's no love here. Not anymore.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
The boys only love me when my clothes fall off,
I've long forgotten how to stay stop
Fingerprint bruises cover my hips
And the taste of morning afters fill my mouth
I reach for him, but he's already dressed and out the door
Leaving the bed just as cold and empty as before
Trembling thighs and aching bones
Pillows full of breathless moans
This is nothing like the movies,
There's no love here. Not anymore.
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