There are, for sure, a few certain things I miss
We could destroy each other's sense of self
And then be twisting in a broken bed
How did it feel? Do you sometimes remember, too?
Reverse genitals, you ****** me, deliverance
My first *******, you went deep
And I could feel you had an IUD
How did it feel?
Let me try to find the right words to describe
This hole of dissonance
You helped build this empire
Now it is burning, lost to ash
Unending hatred begins with vehemence
And pauses when I'm on my back
I can still feel your mouth on me
And your fingers in my ***
You must hate me like I do. I'll be okay.
