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That Night With You
You bought me for two crystals of red and white,
That sicken my blood to haziness;
You clout it in my throat and I laughed about that.
I read you at beginning, but I lost it,
And I let you close to me…
Do you know your dreams
When you can’t scream?
I marked another “never again”
In my list of “hello”.
Why “no” is so damn horrendous,
So muted, so useless?
My “stop” was supposed to prevent you
Of ripping my clothes-
Not loud enough either...
But- I guess- the tease is my expertise,
The red face is my run away
To scrub off the shame in-veined in me.
Too late…
That spot is melted
And cycling in circles I go.
Like cheap record hurt some time ago,
I let the desire to play it… for comfort, for pleasure,
But never again to forget- it’s broken…
So cheap, less then a penny,
But two crystals of red and white is about right.
The skill to roll the words is not trust’s brother,
And I am better than that
If I don’t have to look for an excuse,
If honesty is better then double-dealing.
Then define “honesty”!
Who digs farther for an expired intentions…
Leave them in heaven, and burn the rest in hell!
So it’s today.
And maybe tomorrow I’ll pretend-
It was a dream…
Everything has a price, do I?
