i am not
your girl
i am just
the instrument
of your
insatiable lust,
your reliable
second choice
i am the
missed call
on your phone,
the unopened
love letters
stashed under
your mattress
i am the
neglected cup
of coffee,
the Advil
after a hangover
i am
the person
in between
your shivering
legs and
the one
whose thighs
are covered
with bruises
and your
lipstick stains
the only person
who tolerates
your alcoholism
and the
only one
you kiss
when you
taste like
cheap bar
whiskey
i am
the hand
rubbing
shoulders
while you
puke your
entire night
out and spill
incoherent
words
i am all
of those
things but
i am not
your girl
i am
just your
drunken night,
the blurs
of your
hangover
i am the
memories
you long
so much
to delete
because i
am also
the regret
seeping through
your skull
preventing you
from sleeping
at night
i am not
your girl
but i crave
to be yours
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
i am not
your girl
i am just
the instrument
of your
insatiable lust,
your reliable
second choice
i am the
missed call
on your phone,
the unopened
love letters
stashed under
your mattress
i am the
neglected cup
of coffee,
the Advil
after a hangover
i am
the person
in between
your shivering
legs and
the one
whose thighs
are covered
with bruises
and your
lipstick stains
the only person
who tolerates
your alcoholism
and the
only one
you kiss
when you
taste like
cheap bar
whiskey
i am
the hand
rubbing
shoulders
while you
puke your
entire night
out and spill
incoherent
words
i am all
of those
things but
i am not
your girl
i am
just your
drunken night,
the blurs
of your
hangover
i am the
memories
you long
so much
to delete
because i
am also
the regret
seeping through
your skull
preventing you
from sleeping
at night
i am not
your girl
but i crave
to be yours
