Six.
Six years have passed since the last time I saw you.
Easily shattered with a casual "how do you do".
"You've ruined me baby", that's what I want to say
And I gladly allowed you to do it, when I said "I'm okay".
Every breath, every kiss, every gasps in between.
Every muffled moans and your mouth that tastes like cream.
Every cries I spent in the corner, every lust and disgust.
Every smile you gave, when you broke my trust.
Your tattoo covered body, twisted into me.
Playing fingers at the lobby, ten minutes after three.
You said "there's gotta be somebody who'll save me"
Wasted my time when I try and agree.
When you're young, you thought everything starts and ends with love.
All of my soul, poured into you, and yet I felt robbed.
You like counting girls, putting them on your tab
And now, grown enough, I realized you can't give what you don't have.
YOU ARE READING
You in Me
PoetryShort poem for the short times we're together, between waking up and sleeping.