lust – The Messy Middle 🖤

Clever Little Thing.

You’re a clever little thing.

Tricked me, made me sin.

You’re a clever little thing,

broke me, but I’m taking it on the chin.

You’re a clever little thing,

standing still, but it feels like all we do is spin.

–S.

I hate the ashtray taste of your mouth,

but I love your arm around me in the bar booth.

I hate the way it feels like I’m giving you my youth,

but then I forget I hate it with vermouth.

I hate the way you think I tell half-truths,

but I’ve never been that smooth.

–S.

It’s too risky,

the little you want to give me,

could kill me.

It’s too risky,

all the things you hide,

might thrill me.

It’s too risky,

minimal attention,

might bring me,

to my knees.

–S.

You view me.

You want to ruin me.

You chase me.

You scare me.

You analyze me.

You paralyze me.

You kill me.

You haunt me.

–S.