"What's your name, again?"
She says to me,
While I look at her friend,
Not approving of her choice for the night.
I distract you with a kiss,
Never giving up the chance to miss
A second with you and my
Infatuation.
One shot, two shots,
Three then four.
Next thing I know we're at your door.
You know we won't speak after this,
And I don't care,
Staring at your red lips.
Because all I can think about is how your kiss
Is just like theirs
Used to be.
Now, here we are in bed
You're giggling while you push down my head.
And neither of us seem to mind,
In this blissful pass time
That neither one of us
Seems to know what my name is.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...