I’ve yet to
Yet to
find the reason.
Find the sorry explanation,
find the
******* pathetic argument for
why you
Why you’re still here
still in my head dancing.
Still ******* here.
Still flitting thin wrists
beautifully on soft soft sheets
bare skin on soft sheets tangled
with me bared so horribly
achingly bare and it hurts
It hurts
to see you dream
Want you
not really no
not really wanting you
but missing
always missing
******* missing you and sweet lips
kissing gripping teasing licking missing
still ******* missing
and it’s so sorry sad
so sorry tragic
In the sorriest saddest sense of the word
And I am quite
quite pitiful I realize
I know pitiful when I see it.
I can see it on me like a bruise
never quite
quite fading away and I wish
I do truly wish it would
would fade and I could
Heal
could mend
could move
I want to move.
Want to be moving

moving on.