8 am
I'm half asleep on the bed, she's looking for her *******
On the floor, blue thong
She bends to pick it up and oh
Look at how sweetly those ******* hang.
She puts her hand across her chest
Cupping one breast as if she's protecting it.
Pulling up her jeans now
Zip. Button.
Looks at herself in the mirror
Fixes hair, hurriedly.
Moves closer and examines eyes
Pulls cap off little Visine bottle, then
Drop-
Drop-
Blink blink.
Catches my reflection in the mirror,
Smiles.
But this is morning, we can't look at each other more than two seconds
Without it getting awkward.
She walks over to the bed
Leans over, kisses me, then says
I had a really good time.
My life is like this.
A lot of hits,
Never number one.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
8 am
I'm half asleep on the bed, she's looking for her *******
On the floor, blue thong
She bends to pick it up and oh
Look at how sweetly those ******* hang.
She puts her hand across her chest
Cupping one breast as if she's protecting it.
Pulling up her jeans now
Zip. Button.
Looks at herself in the mirror
Fixes hair, hurriedly.
Moves closer and examines eyes
Pulls cap off little Visine bottle, then
Drop-
Drop-
Blink blink.
Catches my reflection in the mirror,
Smiles.
But this is morning, we can't look at each other more than two seconds
Without it getting awkward.
She walks over to the bed
Leans over, kisses me, then says
I had a really good time.
My life is like this.
A lot of hits,
Never number one.
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