Tiffany is sprawled out, halfway in satin sheets
Her legs dangling over the side of our bed
Pillows stained with eyeshadow
Wine glasses kissed by her seduction
I lift them carefully and tuck her in
Ignoring the incoherent mumbles
Dancing through her stained lips
Black with the bitterness of my tongue
The spaces we descended into last night
We were so high, so long, so gone
Now I wonder where she even came from
Rip the needle out of my veins
Cause I don’t want this life anymore
Her love is willful admittance we both failed
To ever reconcile we were unloved as kids
So the porn became too little, too quick
My right hand has been too many places
And I vowed to find a real woman to finish
I threw my bed frame out apartment window
Burning every magazine and clipping I owned
The audacity of my mind to be filthy
My brain craved every waning desire
Desperate to fill my heart up with another
So I found her on the street, and took her in
But one day when I came home, she was gone
No reason, no closure,
But a note
Waning. Waxing. Our passion. Your need.
I cannot stop you. But I can save you time.
You are in constant search for a light.
You are a dark room. You want clarity.
Find yours. Find it everywhere but your eyes.
Angered, without reason, without clues
Once again, another wanderer of my path
Storming into the night, I found her street
Where I first allowed her to leech my heart
Tell me she wasn’t like the others
Yet here I am, alone and ailing
If only there was a fountain of youth
To cure the destabilizing worms inside me
Stilling the acidic torment of my mind