She kicked me out of bed first thing in the morning
I didn’t even have time to make us breakfast
Not that she was hungry
She seemed satiated enough
So I left
and later met a friend for lunch
He was kicked out of bed first thing in the morning
He didn’t even have time to make his new lover breakfast
Not that he would have eaten
He seemed satiated enough
So my friend left
And he met me for lunch
Our attempts at fuckery find us
Not too far from one another
It is the distance of a coffee table in a diner
After we make our way to the wayside again
We both have water
And it washes our pallets clean
Of the liquor
And the cigarettes
And her mouth
And his mouth
Still lingering a little bit bitter
So we sip some more
These are sheets we leave behind so stained
That you hope the passion will stay
Until there are so many it doesn’t matter anymore
These one night stands will never feel any less *****
The spots of sweat and memory
That still won’t wash out
So many
They look like constellations
As the sheets hang to dry
I imagine they trace out your body
Not just your body
Any body
So generic now
It makes The Shroud of Turin
Look the aftermath of Babylon’s midnight bustle
These are the ways that love leaves you
Hanging you wet to dry
Stained and *****
And equally alone again
Forgive me for the way my mind wanders
I am still with you
I just didn’t want to *** yet
These are the ways my body leaves me
And then you
The morning after I accidentally told you I love you
Even though we just met
I have found and lost love
Enough times to secure my spot in hell by now
I mean
My fear of death his hell enough
To love you as much as I can
Forgive my neuroticism
As I leave again
Finding myself where my fuckery leaves me
At lunch
With a friend
Who is equally awkward
As we make way to the wayside again
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 3:57 AM UTC
She kicked me out of bed first thing in the morning
I didn’t even have time to make us breakfast
Not that she was hungry
She seemed satiated enough
So I left
and later met a friend for lunch
He was kicked out of bed first thing in the morning
He didn’t even have time to make his new lover breakfast
Not that he would have eaten
He seemed satiated enough
So my friend left
And he met me for lunch
Our attempts at fuckery find us
Not too far from one another
It is the distance of a coffee table in a diner
After we make our way to the wayside again
We both have water
And it washes our pallets clean
Of the liquor
And the cigarettes
And her mouth
And his mouth
Still lingering a little bit bitter
So we sip some more
These are sheets we leave behind so stained
That you hope the passion will stay
Until there are so many it doesn’t matter anymore
These one night stands will never feel any less *****
The spots of sweat and memory
That still won’t wash out
So many
They look like constellations
As the sheets hang to dry
I imagine they trace out your body
Not just your body
Any body
So generic now
It makes The Shroud of Turin
Look the aftermath of Babylon’s midnight bustle
These are the ways that love leaves you
Hanging you wet to dry
Stained and *****
And equally alone again
Forgive me for the way my mind wanders
I am still with you
I just didn’t want to *** yet
These are the ways my body leaves me
And then you
The morning after I accidentally told you I love you
Even though we just met
I have found and lost love
Enough times to secure my spot in hell by now
I mean
My fear of death his hell enough
To love you as much as I can
Forgive my neuroticism
As I leave again
Finding myself where my fuckery leaves me
At lunch
With a friend
Who is equally awkward
As we make way to the wayside again
Break from finals studies. One and a half weeks left. It is 1am. I can't wait to come back to this site fully. I feel like I am missing so much.
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