Your tainted fingertips
I remember the feeling of being wrapped in recycled hands
And being kissed by used lips
Tasting the leftover luster
Of her powered foundation
She must not have been close to perfect
I can still remember the taste of her chap stick lips
So I only have 1 question?
Was I the affair?
Like toddler chants
That 1st is the worst
2nd is the best
Or was I only 2nd best
To the best you ever had
Me taking the traits of had
as if I was past
But you met me in the present
So what do you answer when she asks you
If another girl walked past would look back
Or never break lock with her iris’ that held the fear
Of you staring in them only to catch a glimpse of my reflection?
What do you answer to her?
Or am I the one being broken?
Was my love not enough to remain for the ride?
Stay I’ll buy you another token
Show you I’m worth it
Just to have you stay in my arms
Recycled tainted finger tips or not
I need you
I'm feeling kind of weak because I know
I’m not the only
I can hear the whispers of her sexuality
That she left on your earlobes tonight
And I can hear her kisses
In your mid-night breathes
The moans you created when you caressed another woman’s breast
I can feel her presence
As she separates us in bed
This space between us is foreign to me
So when you whisper baby
Are you reminiscing on the sound of her voice
or are you speaking to me
So I see I am the broken
Cause the curves of your body in bed
Don’t match perfectly to my topography anymore
She must not poke her back out when she sleeps
Or have her face nestled in the space between your neck
It’s like the landscape in your body i created has been re-arranged
I must have missed the quake that
No longer resembling my Pangaea
She invited you to invade new land that sea men (semen)
were not accustomed to
I guess you got excited by your new treasures
That you forgot who sheltered you
I worked to hard to watch this relationship
And I’m not a desperate woman
But I know this is just a phase
And that pyrite and gold look very much the same
Don’t fall over her plateaus and waterfalls
When I’m sitting right here asking for you to love me….
And you know that when I say baby
There's no mans voice
On which reminiscing
So please stop traveling.
Your motherland misses you.