“You are smothering me!
You are too needy and I am drowning”
Strange thing for her to say
I know she likes choking
OK. Alright.
If we’re going there
I tried and tried
You lied and cried
I forgave all
sweetly
desperately
You had weak rebound sex
embarrassingly
presumably
I, sometimes, miss us
You, all the time, the cunnilingus
Yet I am needy
while you still need me
at the best of times
at 3 a.m.
at the worst of times
at 3 a.m.
But in your infinite wisdom
your childlike foolishness
you forced me to change my phone number
Now your light, darkness, hope, despair
your incredulous noise
is alone
comparing
in the night
Now who’s needy?
But one day, this will all come out
in a messy, snotty wash
Then we’ll have dinner, talk surface
and have one messy, snotty… bosh!
Until then, you are in the past
I only ever really think about you from behind
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