It feels strange to have to say it--
Something that should come naturally
(By now, at the very least)--
More naturally than
“Can I get a kiss, please?”
Or “Do you want to fuck me?”
And “Is the door locked?”
Working from the bottom up,
And beginning where it’s supposed to end,
In a strange, twisted, and sad excuse,
To search for someone to cuddle with at night,
To wrap your arms around,
And sink your teeth and nails into.
“But wouldn’t it be better
If all of it meant something in the end?”
If life and limb were at stake,
Entwined just as our fingers were,
Held up against the noon-day heat,
Drenched in a cold sweat,
And veiled in cigarette smoke,
Wouldn’t it be better
If the loneliness didn’t have to stay?
But it’s all in good fun,
And nobody likes the morning rush.
Wouldn’t we all just rather stay
Beneath the warmth of cotton sheets,
Hiding from things that go knock in the night?
So this is one more thing
That I will never say--
Because I’d rather hear it from you.
We should go out.
You and me.
Like boring people do,
Like people who haven’t got a clue
What they’re doing
Or who they’re supposed to be.
Either way, it’s fine by me.
I like this,
This strange, twisted, sad excuse
Of a game we’re playing.
I’m pretty sure we can both win,
If we play our cards right--
Kings and Queens, fives and sixes--
But save those cards that say “A” for last,
When we’re both forced to play them,
So we’ll end up even
In an inevitable perpetual tie.
Let’s figure it out.
After all, we’ve both proven
To be more than capable
Of making informed
That make both of us happy--
With no regrets.
End to beginning.
Put the remote down and
Come lay in bed with me.
Let’s stop skipping tracks,
And try to find something worth
The pain in our hearts and lungs.
“Let’s go out, just you and me.”
Originally posted on Tumblr on May 4th 2012