Dripping down my chin my heart is open you flow right in.
Pulling each other closer so early in the morning but not early enough lover for where have you been all my life? I feel as if I’ve been waiting for you each morning. Always, for eons. Each and every morning. Eons. Throughout time.
I couldn’t help but feel for you still with a desperate longing to take that enormous head of yours all bottled up in your insecurities and ego and cradle it between my naked petite breasts.
Speak to me. Don’t just talk to me. Let me know your decision before falling for you fades dissipates evaporates like rain.
I am loyal to you within the confines of our contract I just won’t love only you because you could not possibly only love and understand all of me—and I know that.
Luckily I dodged a bullet because your false sense of security hidden in your “monogamy” wasn’t really what I wanted in the first place.
You never stood up to me I always had to run the show. I guess that’s why I left you darling I was so bored being with someone and yet still feeling so alone.
I clean it up with toilet paper and flush the blood and the memories of you away. For good.
To be in and to be out I brace myself for the impact. The struggle. The tiresome absolution is real.
We have forgotten. What is real. The feelings that you aspire. The person you want to become. We have forgotten.