over the beating of rain
on the roof
and you breathing
against my lips,
you taste like someone else.
her lipgloss stains,
faint green and sour apple.
she doesn't leave
marks,
nor do you,
so you think that means
you can belong to me too.
if only she knew,
maybe she'd poison
her fruit.
but if you didn't
have her
i wouldn't want you either.
the thrill is in
the game,
the secrets, the lies.
i get off knowing
she's waiting for you at home,
knowing she thinks
you're at work
when you're really
fucking me into my mattress
like your life depends on it.
break my bed
and pay for it with
her paycheck.
mottle my neck and chest
with the bruises
she wishes
were her's to press on the
morning after.
take me in front of
my window,
let the world see the way
you wreck me.
call me a whore, a slut, a toy
and mean it.
mean it when you hit me,
when you choke me.
i want you to
mean it.
make me feel worthless,
like all i am
is a warm, wet hole.
leave right after you finish
without a word,
like i'm not
worthy of hearing your voice.
treat me
like a proper mistress,
or give me up.
YOU ARE READING
SUGAR
Poetry🗯️ poetry trigger warning "YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I WANT BY MY SIDE WHEN I FALL ASLEEP" crossposted to ao3 title from sugar by brockhampton started [08/17/20] ended [ongoing] astralresident © 2020
