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?