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.