Laying in sinfully white linen,
Covering the remains of my body,
Which are drenched in sex and loneliness.
Unable to fathom the debt I paid for love,
Because no one is able to hold me once you’re gone.
Not only am I swimming in your sweat,
I’m drowning in thoughts of you,
Unable to utter another man’s name.
Unable to spit out the sins I effortlessly swallowed last night.
Unable to get you out of my head…
Because the Coffee I wanted so bad,
Landed up being the Coffin I eagerly buried myself in.
I can’t help but reminisce about how bad I longed for your kiss,
The same kiss which happened to suck out my soul, along with my logic.
I am as unfamiliar with my surroundings as I am to myself.
A constellation of regret lays swift on my window seal,
As I did on the bed, waiting to be consumed by your darkness,
Because the stars and I aren’t strangers to the one thing that makes us Come alive…