you’re calling me drunk it’s midnight

we ended things in june and it was the worst pain of my life 

now it’s july and you’re calling me drunk

it’s midnight

saying, “I love you, come right now to my birthday”

I briefly thought about saying no

(but my heart said yay)

kissed my dog goodbye for the night 

didn’t even have time to pack a bag, it just felt right

ran to my car to drive an hour to get to you late nite

looking straight into my eyes, holding both my hands on the bed

“you’re the most beautiful person in the world,” you said

I knew you meant every word you said

then we fucked in your grandma’s bed

warm september night, ran into you at party

made myself extra beautiful just in case I saw you there and you were horny 

seeing you is always sweet and cruel

“I can’t stay away from you,” you told me

damn isn’t that the truth 

hot april night and you’re passed out drunk lying next to me

i’m smoking a joint naked and taking in the scene 

moon shining through the window

can’t you see?

this endless cycle is killing me 

I always go back to you

you’re my favorite muse

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