I left the glass you drank out of
right where you set it down.
I don't want to touch it
it reminds me that you were here,
in my bed,
in this intimate place.
So when
you don't call,
or I haven't seen you in weeks,
or I hear that you fucked somebody else,
I'll remember how you studied my blushing face
told me how cute I was,
smiling at me
as shrieking, unsuspecting teens are slaughtered in the background.