i didn’t believe that you’d come
but you did, and the only thing worse
than being proven wrong by a lying slut
is the air around me that only hours ago
was full of your strange wet magnolia scent
and every word i was too surprised to say.
i tell everyone i made out with a married woman
last night, that i kissed a vampire in a car
at six am, and all of that is true– but what i do not say,
licking the place where one of your lip rings
pushed mine a little painfully against my mouth
and tracing the cut you left on my arm,
remembering how you licked away the blood
is that i think i miss you so badly right now.