Don't get me wrong the *** is good
But you know what's great?
The after ***
When he's asleep and I'm awake
And I can read his every lie
And I can hear his every breath
Laced with simple unknowing
Of the world
And I can feel the
Emptiness
Creep in and take me far away
And I can run away from there
On tired breaths
And salty tears
And cold embraces
Filled with anything but love