sometimes I bite your lip, close my eyes and pretend
committed under cardboard pretense
I know you remember waking up in euphoria with no panties
I quit, you quit, we quit; one last time
“let’s be friends”.
sometimes I would text you late, hoping you were sleep
I consciously missed you that way.
I know you remember falling for me
you spoke, I spoke, you smiled… that day
marijuana in the mountains
early morning joggers catching contact in the pathway.
sometimes I think I’m Kanye West when “devil in a new dress” plays
thank you for that and more
haven’t said two words this evening, where’s the back and forth ?
nonchalance, insouciance, indifference, passive voice.
I was the asshole, now you have the torch.
every time we became us
an angel was pulled up out of purgatory
listening to the stories that I’ve heard already
ego trippin. adore me emerged in glory
merge the energies.
partynextdoor, she’s working for me.
“ I just hurt everybody." she warned me.
Negligent and immature
passion makes me seem insecure
maybe I should tone it down a little more
acting makes me feel I deserve more
I deserve not to have to act
I deserve not to have to go forth and back with my instincts and integrity
the things that help me cope are so close
but something just isn’t letting me stoop that low again
which direction are we going in ?
trading highs for low down dirty men
what was our purpose then ?
to pretend ?