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May 2015
If you want to meet me
meet me
in the car park
(use the back door)
I will light a joint
and pretend to care
about your problems -
in this fading light
we could be friends.
We could be lovers.

I have spent too many nights
missing your fingers
while they filled another woman
more beautiful
than I am and I wish
that my *******
were home enough
to hold you -
to cradle you
for the winter.

Had my lungs the depth
I would have stolen
every drop of your breath
any and all times
I kissed you -
had my teeth the strength
I would have torn out
that lying white throat.
Had my hands the nerve
I would have carved out
a place for myself
inside of you.
Had my heart the steel

I would never have taken off my dress.
NotHalfGothic
Written by
NotHalfGothic  Cheshire, England
(Cheshire, England)   
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