I’m not
Addicted
To your addictions
(I think to myself with the smell of cigarette smoke and *** lingering in the air)
Two days later
My thighs still ache to the touch
Somehow, it always hurts after we
****.
And you
Smeared into my sheets
And you
Blue between my thighs
Not from your banging
But from my heavy slamming
And that’s when I think
“I’m not addicted to his addictions”
(as I press rewind)
“I don’t smoke”