Asylummn

I'm not sure this sweet tooth is going to last

strawberries,

pineapple,

and orange juice.

Putting some mascara on.

I'll draw you right in

and right on baby.

Detours and patience,

i'm already worn out, and bored of running around.

the sooner i settle down,

the sooner im going to be unsettled,

and want too run away.

just kisses,

then lets be casual.

Or not.

Casual sex, Casual love,

Those casual glances,

on those casual nights.

Raspberry tart lip balm.

Lick my lips,

i'll lick yours.

sweet,

bittersweet kisses.

that's the thing about sweet, eventually your mouth returns to normal,

and the bitter, or staleness runs in,

and steals your mouth.

I remember laying on your couch,

and i'm high,

and worn out

denied,

worn out again,

hurt, scabby.

and i'm looking at you,

and your looking at me.

and i realized then, that you couldn't have me,

and i couldn't have you.

Because you knew, you weren't enough for me,

and i thank you.

For being polite enough to step back,

and keep me safe.