I.
not daily

yet
tucked in safely, i'll think of
your thin hands tarnished by the gleam

of something that isn't mine

i know sometimes you wish it's scent were

my skin

of my thoughts

of my irking admiration

a badge; one you'll never wear
'cause you ****** it up, buddy

i hope her gawking mouth makes you feel adequate

that you're safe. deluded
her touch is the one that saves you
and makes you feel complete