i've never felt love and it's never felt me.
only the calloused skin of his hands rubbing my satin thighs.
only felt the soft tips of my fingers reading the stubble on his chin like brail.
and from him bursts a stream of passion and warmth that he lets drip all over me and i smear it onto my skin to feel his heat
just to bask in his sticky love
but wait- i almost forgot that it isn't love
because he hops onto the train and his body disappears at 100 miles per hour
the wind chills my bones and he leaves me homeless
and then i'll wander around, looking for a pocket of heat to hide in
with my bones thin as wires and my blood cold and sour like lemonade
and every step will ache and burn
until i find a new passenger.