Years and years 

October 17, 2014 · by · in alcohol, anger, bitter, hate, life, love, music, poetry, searching, SZA, tattoos, the weeknd, travel, Uncategorized, written word · Leave a comment

We kiss
You almost miss
I still have yet
to miss this
We fuck
You came in 10 minutes
Longer than the first
But it’s not the same
You noticed the hair on my body again
I don’t give a shit
Man up
I’m not satisfied
No butterflies
But something like
Gallstones
Settling in me
Unwittingly
The only intimacy
I’ve ever known

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