your selfish hands,
always expecting more.
your one night stands,
beating the women to the door.
you promise to stay,
to hold her at night,
she cries and she pleads,
telling you things just don’t feel right.
so you lay, beside her your imprint is subtle
she falls to deep breaths,
as you leave in her slumber.
you tell your friends you got her in bed,
as she cries herself to sleep,
wondering if she would rather be dead.
you see her months later,
she died her hair red,
you tell her she looks even greater.
as you take her hand in yours,
apologize for that night,
she gives you that smile,
and walks towards the door.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
your selfish hands,
always expecting more.
your one night stands,
beating the women to the door.
you promise to stay,
to hold her at night,
she cries and she pleads,
telling you things just don’t feel right.
so you lay, beside her your imprint is subtle
she falls to deep breaths,
as you leave in her slumber.
you tell your friends you got her in bed,
as she cries herself to sleep,
wondering if she would rather be dead.
you see her months later,
she died her hair red,
you tell her she looks even greater.
as you take her hand in yours,
apologize for that night,
she gives you that smile,
and walks towards the door.
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