Some Things are Wetter than Others

 

What do you do with yourself when no one else is around?

Are you enjoying your familiar up and down movement,

Are you plagued with thoughts of a life gone wrong,

Are you waiting for your next fuck,

Are you filled with dread when you think of yourself,

Are you reminiscing how good you feel buried in someone else,

Are you wondering where she went,

Are you contemplating the next hot wet thing waiting for you,

Are you saddened by what you lost,

Are you picturing a pretty little mouth around you,

Are you wistful for memories that could’ve been,

Are you thinking about how good it feels when your hand is coated in juices,

Are you alive at all?

To be continued.. with additional late night thoughts

Where are you? Because I miss you so fucking much. Do you still exist out there?

The I’m Sorry’s that Filled the World

 

Who are you? 

Or who could you be?

Outside of the abandonment,

Underneath the idea that you were never the most loved thing in the room,

The boy who was never picked for the finale,

Always something to bide time with while waiting for better,

A good time, a play thing,

But never the object someone couldn’t live without,

A game you never win at,

A prize you’ve never known,

If you could be something to someone,

The all or nothing,

Would it even matter at all?

Perhaps It’s Unfinished or Perhaps It Made Its Point

 

Fuck me like I’m your last fuck

Treat me like you’ll never be in anyone again

Eat me like you’ll spend the rest of your life starving

Need me like you’ll need this memory 

Destroy everything that’s left 

Hurt me like you’re going to miss me  

Bruise me so I’ll remember 

Make this be everything you need

The Simulation Just Went Bad or Whatever MGK Said

 

All the unanswered words sitting on my tongue,

Waiting to slip and fall,

Hiding under lines about sex,

What would it take for you to love me?

What would it take for you to love,

Anything at all?

Where are you? 

What does it take to reach you?

How do I shove my hand in there,

And steal your heart?

How do I make you remember,

More than just my body?

How do I grab the parts of you, 

That no one else knows?

How do I whisper in your ear,

And you hang on every single word?

What does it take,

To make you belong to me?

Once Upon a Time or If You’re Not Too Scared to Tell It, I’m Not Too Scared to Hear It

 

Tell me a story

Let it begin with once upon a time

Make it a harrowing tale 

Encompass every bad thing you’ve ever done 

Every fucked up secret you own

Every shame you’ve ever known

Every scene you’re too scared to tell

Anything as long as it’s honesty

As long as the story ends with,

A tale of growth 

Changes made, futures created

And that you’ve returned 

To make me your home

Tell Me Everything Is Always Real

Tell me it was all real, that you feel something

That it was always me, that I could’ve had all of you

Tell me that no one looks like I do,

That I’m impossible to resist

No one feels like I do, no one fits around you the way I do

Stretching for all of you, always, over and over

Tell me that no one’s voice is as sweet

Panting in your ear

Tell me that I’m so good, you’d die 

For just the chance to watch me

Tell me that the thought of me

Makes you run to the closest participant,

Seeking release that’s never as good

Tell me you’d stop who you were doing

To worship at my alter

Tell me you’ve never wanted anything more

Tell me you felt anything at all