She

she gave me a headache,
and made me cum.
hard.
she gave me some mac and cheese,
and i crumbled like stale chips.
she played her cards oh so well,
that inside i wept like a small child,
but outside i was a dirty bastard.
she can't look at me now
and
i can't look at her
because we've both got blurry eyes.
she wants to heal wounds
that will
not
heal themselves...
unless we make moves
to start fixing them...

over time
this will all just be a long laugh
as we laugh together
alone
on separate sides of the city
at the same time
about
how
goddamn
serious
we are.
as i choke myself