So I want what was me before. I don't particularly know. I just miss that part of me.
Eyes meet in the dark
Tongues move in our mouth
Bodies grinding like flint
We know not what we do
We taste the poison
Flows in our veins
Follow the leader
Romancing the whore
Vision comes to focus
In the breaking dawn
Wake to freezing cold
And warm bodies entwined
I hold your hand
You hold your breath
Then start to cry
We can't speak yet
Lie there for minutes
Silent and cold
Your hair stale from
Last evening's smoke
You spill your guts
On your knees on the tile
Lust, blood, alcohol
All spill with your tears
Pull blankets around you
Cling on for meaning
I dress and leave you
Not much for remembering
I live and breathe you
Not much for apologies.
Don't read into it.