You are lonely.
So am I.
Let's fill the space between our lips
with words for someone else.
Let's **** until our blood turns blue
from so many gasps for breath.

I'd never seen you cry before.
Odd, now -
odd that there was a time when
I didn't know how you looked
without reddened eyes.
Reddened lips,
parted.

We are left with this.
With, "I love you,"
with, "Yes, please, harder."

With, "God, perfect."
Echoing in the cold space
left by the window being thrown open.
You quit smoking -
(lie)
You just like your time alone -
(lie)
You like it with the lights off  -
(lie)

Padding around the flat,
at two in the morning.
So we can cry by ourself for a change.