Myprodol

you're a bastard

you know that?

two kisses, three times a day
with every meal

and I can already feel that pull

that old allure of addiction

calling me in for another kiss

and another

and another

till all the pain will be gone

lips full of kisses

arms full of promises

beautiful, blooming, barbituate lover

that precipice you represent

and the promise I made to myself years ago

to keep lovers like you on a fucking short leash

I'm done with you for today
go back to your side of the bedside table
I'll be off with some water and anger for the pain in the mean time

I'll see you later for my breakfast kiss

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