When people ask, I tell them:
*I noticed him because of those
beautiful eyes, all
backlit melodrama and mysteries
waiting to be
understood*
The truth is
they were soulless and empty and
hungry for something you
couldn't name.
You're not mine
You said.
No, I agreed.
But I could be.
Razzle-dazzle **** me
fast and ***** into the faux leather
of your backseats.
Darling, we're not in Paris anymore.
You want something fascinating
but I want something real.
We make do.
You say:
*I know you're a piece of ****
and I still want you.*
with the way it wraps around my heart
you'd think it was a
love confession.
Your teeth marks divide across
my skin like train tracks
You say my name like how
an addict says
morphine, nicotine.
I wonder how long till we crash.
I say:
*I hate it when you call me
"Darling"*
and with the way you laughed
I almost thought
I paid a compliment
This could be whatever you want it to be
Even if it's not love.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
When people ask, I tell them:
*I noticed him because of those
beautiful eyes, all
backlit melodrama and mysteries
waiting to be
understood*
The truth is
they were soulless and empty and
hungry for something you
couldn't name.
You're not mine
You said.
No, I agreed.
But I could be.
Razzle-dazzle **** me
fast and ***** into the faux leather
of your backseats.
Darling, we're not in Paris anymore.
You want something fascinating
but I want something real.
We make do.
You say:
*I know you're a piece of ****
and I still want you.*
with the way it wraps around my heart
you'd think it was a
love confession.
Your teeth marks divide across
my skin like train tracks
You say my name like how
an addict says
morphine, nicotine.
I wonder how long till we crash.
I say:
*I hate it when you call me
"Darling"*
and with the way you laughed
I almost thought
I paid a compliment
This could be whatever you want it to be
Even if it's not love.
More terrible poetry.
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