11/26/09 (we met under smallpox blankets)
We met under smallpox blankets
And bloodstained sheets
Me giving your pandora’s box fellatio
You wearing fishnets like
Barbwire fenses
When you closed your eyes
When we made love
Did you fantasize about a better me?
Do you miss me
Like a hostage showing empathy
For her kidnapper
Do you miss who I could have been
Us on the other side of a minefield
Where hugs don’t feel like holding cells
Sorry for not always being emotional present
It’s just that being with you
Was an out of body experience
Because I was too busy being in yours
We were more than mind sex
We were a logical fallacy of If/Then trip wires
That never made sense to cross
Our tears like self-inflicted
Chinese water torture
Is devaluing our love your exit strategy
Refusing to admit you miss me
Your peace agreement
Let me keep this…post tramautic stress
Cuz it’s the closest thing to what
Being in love feels like
This does not have to be a contest about who was right
I’ll always take runner-up
According to Geneva conventions
Just say if you’ll miss me
When apologies become cliche
Or atleast believable
