he uses "nothing lasts forever" as excuse
to leave me secret,
incomplete
and seeking truth.
-
im left possessive,
and stranded..
drunk on poison,
empty handed,
begging for another hit,
another lick.
another "not quite, but close"
another spite,
another dose of what's stiff
and what fits perfectly like it was created just for me.
what's for me,
is for me.