(no subject)
we have wasted time with our arguments
with all the yelling and specutalur speculations
of what happened, what did and did not
and of what could and could have been.
i have poisoned your ears
while you have tripped me off the cliff
doing what lovers do best
always at our best.
we've sharpen our tongues
to draw out our bloody kisses
and have loaded our word
with sarcasm and droll wit.
we strike and parry with rhythm,
our rhythm,
something we know so well
like the insides of our thighs
and the inner working our burning lies.
ready to do it all over again
and on and on and so forth
wasting our breath, wasting our days
wasting away
looking for our hollywood ending.