poems.

tequila tales.

you liked me to tell you stories
and shit
telling stories
that's what I do

I'm talking about falling in love
I mean
falling apart
cause that's
what our story did to me

you loved to play
and
I'm not talking about
all of your games
no
you pushed the button to start
a movie in my head
and you pushed me
to offer everything to you

you played with your tongue
when you avoid to say
what I needed to hear,
you kissed me with your lies,
fucked me through the nights
and left me alone,
cause you hate fighting on the phone

do you want to know
what I hate?
I hate your voice
that I hear every time
when I don't know how to breathe again,
I hate your arms
that I remember
every time my heart seems to burst again
and I really want to write this down,
cause my mind is burning from tequila
and all I'm thinking of is the
next body shot from you

so maybe
you don't want to hear this
-didn't talk to you in a long time
but
you're controlling me instead
and
I don't even want to go

I hate it
but I love to tell you stories
all of this
dirty minded sentences
that I whispered so close
to you

you
longing for more than just my words,
more from what my mouth could do,
you always craving for
taking place between my legs
way before the story really started,
ripping me apart with every move you made
and still
I want you to continue
until your name is all that I am moaning,
until you're intertwining, fighting, biting tattoos in my skin

and I know
that I am drinking too often,
but it's never too much to
wake up next to you the other morning

so maybe I was the one
who liked to tell you stories,
cause I knew that your lips would shut me up,
your hands would find a way
to open up my body
and your voice
is something I will never forget,
is a sound
making me feel like paradise

so many tales
about your body moving on me
like a burn'n beating melody
how I wish
it was just sex
happening between us
how I wish
we would be a story
I am able to close like a
well-used book,
but
you smile so fucking sweet
and it was exactly this perfume
that invited me to kiss you first,
so why are you always taking place on top of me
when you never wanted this?
when you always reminded me
of us as a tale,
us
just like arielle
dreaming of something she would never meant to be,
just like a sexy little mystery

and you know that
I only write at night
especially when I am drunk
so fuck off
I loved all of your tequila
slowly dropping on my skin
just for you to kiss it away

and I know
that we still continue
this story didn't end,
but I also ask myself
what you do
when milk'n honey,
well formed cherries
and all of my warm places
just leave

leave
cause it seems like that's all what you really love
you don't want to hear the end of the story
and I feel really sorry,
cause if I am not the love of your life,
my dear,
then please be sure
that I will be your greatest loss