RIP

you tell me

              tell you the autumn on your tongue 
                  could be a metaphor for the way it falls 
                  into my sticky mouth 
your skin is a language
it is dark and black and lovely
                 you give me up, you tell me you want love
and you say it’s something to glue
to the edges of my smile
                 you’re a chew toy on the end of a man
that’s all i am
                 that’s all you are, embrace
                 shake this flu off you, wear fur, it’s cold don’t you know
you tell me
                 tell you that the end of summer 
                 is blinded by sadness
                 the first dark hour is your first night as a whore
i sold you to the moon
              i sold you to another man 
give me your word you won’t do it again
                 give me your word you won’t cry when i do.

 

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