labryinths ~ the anatomy of a one night stand
i finger painted your name in the condensation on my glass,
in the spillage on the scarred counter even as i locked eyes with goatee guy.
i needed something to fuck, something to take the edge off the hurt,
i needed you but i know to take what i can get.
lonely cunts can't be choosy.
he felt warm & real.
i preferred that over another night in an empty house, checking my phone
wondering if you'd appreciate a drunken call.
i bought him a drink, he bought me two. & if i wasn't that wasted
i might have gone home to wait for you for six more months.
i didn't protest when he pushed me deep into his worn bed springs,
but i thought of you when i raised my hips.
he bottomed out.
i never felt emptier.