i miss you
driving me home after we fucked
driving way too fast
with one hand
on my leg
your fingers climbing higher up my thigh
you don't like me personally
but you're hungry for me
for my body
and i play along
knowing it is only for your satisfaction
i miss you
grabbing my body
like you own me
and in this moment
i'm all yours
but never will be in reality
because you only use me
and that's okay, i need it
and somehow i also use you
we're okay with that
and because of our story
sometimes i do start to miss
my hometown.
YOU ARE READING
my demons are messing with me
Poetrypoetry about longing, heartbreaks and breakups, new love, mental illness etc. my own experiences and thoughts. all rights reserved.
