2006-05-28 at 15:33 (poetry)

i’m sorry that i wasn’t the last man to touch you
i wish it was me but you’re gone now
so i get left alone
just another face in the crowd

at the party i didn’t know when it’d end
so i spiked your drink
i was hoping you’d relax, in a room alone with me drunk and
unworried about tomorrow or (that empty look you always saw in my eyes //
but then he arrived dresed in slick black
took you to the backroom with a lock on the door
heard the murmurs the screams the smashing of glass
i hoped it was a dream but when we got in there you were,
dead body still warm. and bleeding from the mouth

oh i cried and i cried but at least i’m not caught


1 Comment

  1. T said,

    holy shit!

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