Much energy is wasted.

Wasted on your inconsistencies.

Lost in my text.

Suspended in our context.

motion meaningless mindless coitus

Wrapped in false ignored pretenses.

There is no need for your lines.

Admit it.

All you think of is my body wrapped round your own.

I’ll confess,

I dream about only your lips.

I’m a liar.

You feed me lines of bliss and future happiness,

You liar.

I swear to only want your advances of pleasure.

I’m a liar.

But I’ll repeat the process,

A thousand times over.

Until voids in my body no longer linger,

And ache from gut rot.

So I’ll see you tonight and tomorrow.