they come
and they go
like tides
like the moon
and the sun
when they come
they bring wine
they bring smoke
they bring lust and rage
when they go
they leave empty bottles
******* and cigarette butts
earrings in my sheets
and a mouldly taste on my tongue
every once in a while though
they clean up before they go
they take out the trash
and leave little notes on my dresser
when i wake up they are gone
my empty bottles are gone too
and their notes make me feel lonely
its not the way they show up
its the way they leave
i think i prefer the mouldly taste
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
they come
and they go
like tides
like the moon
and the sun
when they come
they bring wine
they bring smoke
they bring lust and rage
when they go
they leave empty bottles
******* and cigarette butts
earrings in my sheets
and a mouldly taste on my tongue
every once in a while though
they clean up before they go
they take out the trash
and leave little notes on my dresser
when i wake up they are gone
my empty bottles are gone too
and their notes make me feel lonely
its not the way they show up
its the way they leave
i think i prefer the mouldly taste
