I could lie and say I’m still waiting for you.
I could be snarky and write more negative poems about you.
But neither of those outcomes will take me to my goal.
I bent a regulation out of desperation, just the other day.
Just an infraction, I feel better and worse for it.
It was an empty act.
I was in an out of that cold bed faster than a hummingbirds wings can flap.
It satisfied my itch but left me still scratching later.
He was not you.
I tried to picture you,
and all those good times we had.
I could almost pretend he was you.
But when I opened my eyes my heart sank and so did my orgasm.
Sure in the end, I got off, thinking of you.
But the next day, when I had to face my self in the mirror,
I knew he wasn’t you.
It’s sick how badly I want you.
My feelings for you are the cancer that just keeps spreading.
The cancer no radiation will kill.
No bad words will destroy my feelings for you.
And no matter how much I try to fuck you outta my system with everyone but you….it doesn’t work…I still…only crave YOU!