So long ago we laid upon glass skies
Tenuous and ready to break beneath me
The heat of our panting breath trapped
Under a canopy of white lies I couldn't see
But felt were there
And made the air around you
Very difficult to handle

It wasn't until I was free falling without the wings you burned and screaming at the top of my lungs
That I realized why we started cutting corners of conversation
To get to the point
Of getting me to a point
Of peaking North with no questions asked
Even when all the signs showed this was heading South

I giggle and smile about it now
And pelt myself with the sarcastic queries
I used to wonder aloud:

"So what my pillow held more comfort and warmth next to me than you, right?
And really, what's a mindful of doubt
Compared to a nightful of booze induced penetration
A burning urination
Point blank manipulation
The soothing taste of vomit
And the certainly regrettable experience brought from it
When all of it would be forgotten
In the next alcoholic shower we bathe in?"

This soft and moist vice you had around my co...
...You had around me...
Made the obviousness of the situation seem...

...Euphoric.

What can I say? I asked for it
On sale
And got exactly what I paid for

         (And here's your anger)

You were nothing but a lying whore
And me?
I was nothing more
Than a stupid dick you left

Swinging in the wind.

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