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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