forgive and forget
my tongue finds and remembers you
in so many dirty ways,
days alone in my bedroom
and your bedroom and your couch
and all of the filthy places we could think of
but it was clean —
because i needed you just then
this time its dirty,
disgusting,
because i don’t need you
and you just want a way out
and i don’t want you at all
my eyes find you
(across a crowded room)
i must’ve promised you this
and its not quite awkward
and its not quite real
i don’t want you at all
i don’t even want you to want me
our eyes catch each others and then fall to lips
that curve into smiles,
this is real:
there’s a pact now.
all is forgiven,
all is forgotten.