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The door is open, unlocked
freshly scrubbed and sober
subtle hints
of amber and lavender

Maybe you warrant this
and maybe you do not
what exactly is my higher purpose?
besides wallowing away on this cot

And you can go rot
if this is another ploy
'you're my boy'
high time to be annoyed

Supposed to be budding partners
through thick and thin
to the highest of highs
to the lowly sighs of exasperation

Shit stains on the bed sheets
stains on the couch
the explosion in the bathroom
can't take much more

Waited far too long
to watch it all go wrong
still putting forth my best effort
no call to throw down and cowardly desert

mathiasthom
written 7/11/18

Current Mood: anxious

He professes his love
in no uncertain terms
how words will become twisted
just to watch him squirm

Some people never learn
some people believe anything
following action by example
yet, he'd love a sample

And that beautiful chocolate cake
sliding off this pristine plate
has a date with fate
hope it's not too late

Try and turn around
go another round
reasoning quite sound
reality gagged and bound

Now he professes his love
just to see him squirm
prostrating his love on the ground
showing no growing concern

Just see where this takes him
maybe it's all for the best
nothing by chance, or some random whim
so give it a rest, give it a rest

mathiasthom
written 6/21/18