will you come up though?
will i fuck
love the bones of you
bones is right
we were circumstance
and christ did we suck the fat
out of that
ripped through the tendons
pummelled the muscle
gnawed through the marrow
even the cat wouldn't touch us
way we are now and she'll
eat about anything
well.. there's still my thigh
to pummel i mean
in biology until end of term
then summer
you can watch me puke in bushes
yes summer
blind drunk i won't know you
that ways better
we kiss and act like strangers
so sweet then to each other
all this hatred at the end
they say that that's familiar
it's funny, that resentment
it's just love in a wig
pig, ex PM
that's us
that's us
we are far too similar
for our own good.