Bad drugs,
Stupid little blue pills called monsters.
Drug addled sweaty face, but my god you are irresistible.
You walked me to the shop,
You told me I was your best friend.
We picked up fags and huffed them on our way back to your house.
The party.
Then your girl went to bed.
She’s looking old.
You are too, but with a magnificence that makes my eyes weak.
Four of us left, you grab the duvet and we hold hands underneath it.
Clammy, filled with blurred eyes and swinging jaws.
I feel my love for you burn in my chest as we clasp together in secret.
God I just want to kiss you, and fold into you, and caress every bit of your skin.
You peel my dress back and place your hand over my groin.
Digging between the band of my tights.
I lurch upwards to meet your fingers and we claps together once the rest are asleep.
I have to go to bed
You say it with a sigh and I cling on to your sticky body for one last wonderful time.
Again that terrible hymn rings through my skull,
I wish it didn’t have to be like this.
If only you were mine.
You kiss me on the forehead and leave the room.
Back up to her.
As you always do.
One monster dying inside me, another,
Growing wildly from an all too familiar ache.