9. HOOVERING

I really could care less that you’re fucking some blonde girl with a dragon tattoo Funny how you told me white women like me weren’t your type But after me all you’ll eat is vanilla ice cream She probably finds your butterfly tattoo endearing I rolled my eyes the first time I saw that ink on your hip Does she know you still call me? Do you dial before or after you’re inside her? No caller ID but I know the owner has a butterfly on his right hip

Threw a cigarette out my car window Hoping you’d see As I went through the tolls you were always too broke to afford Calling you on the way home so I can write more poetry I always hang up when you ask to see me

trying so hard not to relapse nicotine patches full of nice guys who I barely look in the eyes at the stand reciting all of the bad things you did to me just to go home and stare at the coke left out on the table

I heard you repented cursing my name more than God's missing him like how the sun used to feel as a kid that still had dreams lurking breath in picture my face breathe out hot air on the glass

Aries moon shit Hate when you’re close God it was a trauma circus in bed with us 69 different positions around that ring They don’t keep up like you did Making you yawn the next day Funny how I made you straight and you made me gay I ate a sorbet of flavors you’ll never be able to afford Always your big spoon for your melted ice cream