i started with you
( us)
an after hours drunkard
punching out consciousness
praying
hoping for what would
could
(was)

kissed surrounded by death
fucked on concrete
fucked in transportation
sucked in transit
linger

(ing) on
now;
consciously aware of past
(fucking glorious)
moments
i never came once without praise

thank you for loving me
i never understood it
when you spoke th( )
having taken it for granted
i now here myself wishing to say the same
yet instead silently
sitting a whore
wailing
rabid
at the faintest distraction
(of)

discarded pasts(
possible futures)
i never want this
if i (had it)
can not
with you