We are getting along

We are getting along Rather nicely Aren’t we?

Almost always faithfull

You flip flopping naked Through the grass My eyes full of lover’s pain

Their kisses visible For all to see On your arms and neck

It’s almost unbearable but I Hide my disorder behind a False smile Fearful of your rejection

Wanting to hold you tight!

Finding myself in the bedroom alone Holding my bleeding gut

I’m not dying but I feel almost dead

If we were meant to be Why does your love for them? Make me feel like a dirty old hunchback

One by one they go by your doorframe

Killert actors’ pickpockets

On and on

It leaves me in cold Disbelief Of what I’m willing to do To feel your hair drop On my belly

Just one more time