The dead arachnids on your window ledge let me know that it's time for bed. You pull me in just to kiss me and convince me to stay instead.
The concrete floor is cold.
Unforgivable, but not as unforgivable as me.
What do you want?
What do you want with me?
Tell me what you want.
You can have what you want with me.
Just not yet.
Mouth like an ashtray and lips bitten hard.
Pain in my neck from going down.
Crawling back through the leaves to my absentee.
Love comes to everyone but me.
What do you want?
What do you want with me?
Tell me what you want.
You can have what you want with me.
It's not a game that I've liked to play but I am an addict all the same. Not for needles. Not for the caine.
Almost everything else but the shame.
What do you want?
What do you want with me?
Tell me what you want.
You can have what you want with me.
Just not yet.
