EVERY DAY

YOU INSIDE ME, MY FINGERS DOWN YOUR THROAT.
SOCKS HALF ON HALF OFF
SMELLS LIKE DIRTY LAUNDRY AND SWEAT AND THE CIGARETTES WE SMOKED WHILE TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER
THIS IS A NIGHTMARE BUT I WONT STOP IT.
I BITE DOWN HARD ON YOUR SHOULDER BLADE
THE SALTY MOISTURE REMINDS ME OF THE
DAY YOU BROKE IT AND THE DAY WE DECIDED TO NEVER PART.
THEN WE SAT IN THE PARK AND USED ALL OUR MONEY TO GET HIGH
AND BUY ONE SANDWICH
AND TALKED AND TALKED AND TALKED.
WORDS THAT I BELIEVED AND DIDN'T BELIVE BUT WANTED TO BELIEVE SO BADLY.
THE CIGARETTES WE PURCHASED HAVE ALL BEEN SMOKED ACROSS
EACH OTHER AT THIS
THICK OAK TABLE .
OUR COFFEE IS COLD AND BARELY SIPPED BUT THERE IS ONE SMALL STAIN ON THE TIP OF YOUR SLEEVE IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART OR A BUG OR A LIE.
OUR HANDS HAVENT CARESSED AMONG THE SHARP GRAINS OF THE TABLE
AND I RUIN MY GOD DAMN COLD AND WEAK AND COLD AND WEAK HAND ACROSS THE WAY MY WAY YOUR WAY MY WAY UNTIL THEY BLEED A BLOOD I CANT FEEL
BUT CAN RATHER TASE THE METALLIC RESIDUE.
YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS.
YOU ARE STILL LOOKING AT THE EXIT DOOR TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING.
I TAKE A SIP OF THE COLD COFFEE AND KISS YOUR CHEEK WITHOUT A WORD.
AND I STILL LOVE YOU AND I SILL WAIT AND I STILL BLOODY MY HANDS EVERYDAY.