we remove our pride with the clothes
and discard our morals with the lights
until all we can feel is the betrayal between us
to where the scent of your strawberry shampoo
reminds me of how devastatingly different it is
than her pure, tidal one
and how your scratches down my spine
are more pain than pleasure
because you're scratching away
what she rubbed raw
and now im just drowning in bedsheets
when i wish to be drowning in you
but you are not her
you never will be
however we've come so far now
dug so deep beneath the surface
i'll allow for a little self pity
and my desperate desire to forget
to reign for a night
so that no matter how wrong you feel
in between my fingers
if i am drunk enough
i can still pretend it's her
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
