A good lover will $#%@ you up for life
02/01/2018 08:49 a.m.
It got brutal overnight,
and I can’t stop writing about you.

I find familiarity the most likable,
though. Because everybody loves
a bleeding heart,
as long as it’s not theirs.

It’s not even that bad,
I just make it out to be.
Taking inspiration from the past,
making it my bitch.

It’s been over for years,
but resurrecting ghosts
is a lot more fun
for everyone else,
when it’s not their spirits
to keep.

I think of you fucking her
under a dark blood moon.

I think of you in ways I would never tell you,
all soft and innocent, not the man
who single handily used his spit
as grease, a face that sought out the
middle of my legs
like a spiderweb.

You are the king
upon a throne of shit.
Hey, tell me, how do you really feel?

Because I can still press my tongue
against the roof of my mouth
as you slip silently
beneath our sheets.

And I can still see you as mine,
before you admitted
you didn’t want to be.