How long?
How long now
Must I dwell on you

Upon this bed
We will misread
Some good intentions for bad
Laid to rest
The quest for my heart begins
Between your legs
As the item in your chest belongs to someone
Who’s not there yet
Though you may think
As I may have
Some colorful bitterness to confess
I remain silent
I undo your dress
Made out of glass
A cut caress, and it cuts me
At my best

With fluid spent, between the sheets
You outstare my descent, displeased
No fire here, not you, but in me
An explosion, another cig

“Again, eat me half to sleep”

How long?
How long now
Must I dwell on it?

For the rose to bloom
As rotten as me
Inside you.
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