Roses In The Sun

09/22/18 5:00AM

This and that, him and her, that was just it with you.

There was no us, nothing, there never was.

It was you, it was me, but never "us".

Every corner and ridge on your body was traced by my fingers, and you never flinched because his had already been there.

You claimed it was your first time, was it?

Darling, was it?

Because my name never sounded so bitter, your mouth formed hers but not mine, stuttered out, I knew I wasn't what you wanted.

You, you, you...

I was there for the attention, you needed something to cling to when she walked away, some kind of escape.

You don't have enough money for my vacation spot.

I wonder how she tasted under those sheets, 2AM and I'm still trying to figure out why I put so much time into a broken clock.

I constantly changed my own arms, just so I could be facing your number, when in the end, I broke myself.

I was stuck on 1, and you were stuck on 6, because she was 12 and you loved being under her.