I want you to
wrap your arms around me
like you once did that one night, around midnight.
God, you smelled good, like gasoline
cigarettes, *** and a hint of
curiosity and bad intentions.
What's a girl like me to do,
all in my gold cracks, my denim faces
My sleepy eyes and wandering mouth.
You found your way into mine, and you
whispered lust into my ears,
I suddenly forgot all of my
Skin on skin, door was unlocked,
the janitor heard my screams and carried on,
and you continued because
you knew how to move.
Those sad looking eyes,
they were filled with wanting,
But all you wanted was someone to fill your spaces,
the ones you burn away with whisky.
All I heard and listened and tried to understand
was how you were too good for this world
maybe even too smart for your own good?
You could be right.
But I look harder at you, your growing bristles,
your sore tongue and your teeth
grinding against metal
and the way you cracked under the weight
of the many nights of lining up into the sheets,
Your heart is dead.
It wasn't, when I first met you
5 years ago,
What happened to you?