What You Have

I guess you're done playing nice;

Now you're just keeping tabs.

Well, watch me all you like, honey.

I don't want what you have.

And what do you have?

A pinch of happiness and

a fistful of heartache?

A moment of tenderness and

nights full of bitterness?

I don't want what you have.

You can keep it.

Why should I kill myself trying to

get something ( Read more... )

Love doesn't

The sweat on your sheets screams stories
of sex and kink, and sordid secrets
Things that would have killed me once to know
now barely ruffle my proverbial feathers
I've long stopped caring about who you bed
when I'm: not around, not yours, not there
Let her be your warm body, your distraction,
diversion, perversion
But look at her, all mussed ( Read more... )