finished

exciting,
you make me feel more alive
when you slip your motives into my
head and you seem to enjoy
all my insecurities
it's a secret game
you like to play
holding my hand with one
and strangling me with the other
part of you the deep parts
do they exist, or is that some myth
i don't believe in
you just make me feel
new and then old
now i am so very old and dusty
and you are my loosened, dirty
thoughts that i don't want to admit
that we are nothing more than
conveniences for one another at this
intersection, i hope you chose the wrong way
then maybe we can both have what we
can't say out loud
that this is just about
getting to see your thighs
and my chest
but that's all this was at best
and the best isn't the best anymore baby
why did you set this precedent
i wish this was finished once and
like we always do