Left Behind

A curve of the lips,
The curve of my hips,
the verve of my hips,
with your fingertips
between the verve of my lips,
I’m pretty to touch (but not too much).
I lack the perfection
you seek,
the misdirection
you speak
when you reach out to my cheek,
with fingers
and your tongue
that linger
fills my lungs
a little too long,
till the next song,
lost in the throng
of all the things I’ve not done wrong,
and you wonder how you could forget
that I was there to be your pet.
But don’t you fret;
you steal the d.r.o.p.s of my dreams
you peel my top from the seams
to draw
s|t|r|a|w|s
me r a w
from the top of the stream,
till I scream,
next to the beams
that seem
nothing more than moonlight gleams
on liquid floors
flooded to the edge of all these closed doors,
where you said I should be all yours.
where you had me on all fours
and said I should be all yours.
You’re the heart/break
that makes my heart ache,
right before the lights go on,
right before the break of dawn,
and everyone leaves for home
but me
and everyone leaves to roam
the streets,
in hopes to meet
that one set of eyes
that’ll be you,
that one set of lies
that’ll be true.
And you tell me that you feel it too,
but I’ve stopped believing,
since you started leaving
my room
in the gloom
before the moon
had even set
on your regret.
Don’t kiss me,
if you won’t miss me;
don’t keep me,
just to sleep with me;
don’t hold me
to mold me
into something other than myself
that you could tuck away on your shelf,
that you could fuck
and tuck
away on your shelf
along with the dust
and the rust
that’ll cover up your lust
for my trust
and skin
and lacking sin,
and sin
so thin,
and all the trouble that you’ll get me in.
And when you ask me to go over the gap,
And when I say that I’m not your bitch,
with my head in your lap,
that I won’t scratch your itch,
my heart in your trap,
when you twitch
and my will all ready to snap;
at the flick of a switch;
don’t expect any less
than the mess
you’re meant to make
and the smiles you’re meant to fake
when you leave the room with someone better suited for your needs,
rooted in your seeds
and better for your deeds.
But don’t be looking|gnikool back,
wondering why what you lack
is on a different track,
because I’ll have left
with the theft
of my religion,
what was left of your decision
and the derision
of my vision.
And you won’t find it fair
that I won’t be there,
’cause it’ll never be like before,
’cause I’m not your whore,
not anymore.

~Noct…………………