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Muddy Puddle
I saw you at a friend's house one evening
You were smoking meth and cannabis
And yet I was drawn to you
Like a dehydrated dog looking for water
And. There. You. Were.
A muddy puddle but I was thirsty
Thirsty for the rush of love
Thirsty for just a smell
I sat for 3 hours, just listening to you talk
I didn't realise the time and gone so quickly
And yet I was content.
Some time later, I do not remember when
You threw a dinner plate and stormed out
I followed, thinking maybe a good fuck will make you forget
I called out to you, "hey, not so fast! I want to talk"
But you ignored me and started to run
And again I followed.
You cut a right and ran through a park
I wasn't too far behind
You managed to trip on a root
And fell face first into the pavement
I came to you, hoping you would want comfort
But you turned away in disgust
Something triggered in my brain at that moment
and I went animal.
But through faint snaps in my mind
I see brief flashes of you and I
Torn shirt, and bloodied cement
Screaming tears of pain
I know what I did to you that night
But I know you enjoyed it.
You were smoking meth and cannabis
And yet I was drawn to you
Like a dehydrated dog looking for water
And. There. You. Were.
A muddy puddle but I was thirsty
Thirsty for the rush of love
Thirsty for just a smell
I sat for 3 hours, just listening to you talk
I didn't realise the time and gone so quickly
And yet I was content.
Some time later, I do not remember when
You threw a dinner plate and stormed out
I followed, thinking maybe a good fuck will make you forget
I called out to you, "hey, not so fast! I want to talk"
But you ignored me and started to run
And again I followed.
You cut a right and ran through a park
I wasn't too far behind
You managed to trip on a root
And fell face first into the pavement
I came to you, hoping you would want comfort
But you turned away in disgust
Something triggered in my brain at that moment
and I went animal.
But through faint snaps in my mind
I see brief flashes of you and I
Torn shirt, and bloodied cement
Screaming tears of pain
I know what I did to you that night
But I know you enjoyed it.
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