there we are,
stoned in the kitchen.
a time
to dishonor herself
‘cos he’s gone away,
never to be seen again.
a crime of passion
and misguided actions
always result in my ass getting l**d.
i'm not that proud
when she is robotic,
repeating herself in hopes that he
slips from her memory
but the battle’s uphill
‘cos I do not feel
like a man she could love
and i get disposed of
as these arms fall flat
when she arrives at
the bulletproof decision
that no one can replace him.
and i know
that the mood has changed
and i feel
my life ain’t the same.
i can’t labor
like i could
and i know that
that maybe i should.
we turned it on.
our bodies
tempt fortune.
i touch you,
night and day.
where men of mettle
go l**p,
i feel our love
fleeting
and i know it stings.
and i believe that
if we just don’t
admit we failed,
we would never,
ever die,
you know?