a gramme too stubborn
to change the way I look
at her

the simple sound of sorry
and the dancefloor hit that
put you in the wrong

the harder you push the
more I'll pull
away

keeping me damp
so I'll stick around a little
while longer

treading on
shards of whatever
barefoot and chaste

armpits reek
of last night's
angered phrases

binful of wet tissue
as she becomes the
eternal tease

she cuts the yo-yo
string and I wait to
hit the floor

I like you
but only because
I don't like myself

"gimme some tongue"
"no"
and I never asked why

my mind
with echoes
remembers the past

an empty coffin
still holds
secrets

heated bubble
a palm, four crescent cuts
staring out the sky

gravel remains
toasted crumbs
tolerable absent regret

scented memory
remember soft embrace
flushed skin and slow warm smiles

violent thoughts and
heart beats
insomnia taunts

breathe deep
about turn and
try not to 360