Pick up your shit; it’s time you left.
A cab awaits you outside the door;
your bags are packed on the floor.
Makeup stains on your collar, really?
How fucking stupid do you…
Don’t answer that.
That makeup sex we had last night,
about that;
I take it all back. All the I love yous
were for an orgasm while I was sitting
on your tongue.
More like your face, but that’s beside the point.
I only said it because I hoped,
at some point, I’d mean it again.
You mean, that’s your brother’s shirt?
Yikes.
Can we just forget everything I said this morning?
I’d like you to do what you did last night with your tongue.
So like, I’ll stop talking now.

(© 2022 AC)

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