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Life On Autopilot

               
it became a       
slow realization over time       
faces no longer matched with names       
just favorite body parts     
sexual positions       
memories of moans and sighs    
and whatever kinda dirty talk reeked out      
during meaningless sex       
parting thighs...deep diving       
into dead end vaginas...one night stands       
NYC blues washed away       
in debauchery..debasement...raunchiness       
a rhythmless soul seeking salvation       
between the warmth of a stranger's legs       
searching for that high       
a connection..a feeling of familiarity         
in another club episode...another woman       
Hennessy harlot       
seduced by Tanqueray charisma       
and an empty apartment       
single life realities coincide..so easy to bed       
but damn if i wake next up to       
ms. future what's-her-face       
it's 3:17 a.m.       
she's gotta go...overstayed her welcome       
slightly hungover...got shit to do       
i take a piss..she whore washes over the sink     
calls a cab...she's gone....i'm alone again       
Saturday morning..run errands       
gym...laundry....fast food...chillin dolo       
waitin for the new day       
to morph into another night       
       
       
press repeat       
       
           
                       
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 8th Mar 2019
Author's Note
the aftermath of a failed relationship...
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