sex and relapse
I’m pretty certain I won’t be able to convince you. I chose you because you’re unavailable. You’re so far away. I’m unavailable too. But I got you. There is zero possibility of it being different. I got you. I would enable. It’s true. I would watch you fix you until you felt the uneasy appearance of death, dressed to tempt you, lull you. But that’s only because I want the whole you. I want the broken pieces and the tears and the fall away expressions you’re so used to tossing me. The edges, the unwanted morsels of yourself that you so eagerly toss out the car window, like smoke from your cigarette. The ones you swore you would quit. I want the apologies and warm embraces life offers to us. So get on that train. Climb into that cabin out of the rain into my vanished horizon. Crawl under blanket under my skin, past the yesterday’s that keep me transfixed and adoring. It’s simply that I know. And now that I know, I want to show you. There is a wonder filled crack the concrete smile on my face. Because I know. I got you. You and your manipulations. I have plans for your skin, plans for your murmuring….free as thought as it begins… I got you
