romance/routine

fevered climbing my way to empty in you..
these things were not in vain..
these things were not a waste of effort..

you’ve made your envied place beside the other abbriviations..
the other anchors..
that i hold onto nothing but bitterness for..
that i spend nothing but disrespect on..
but you were worth every convulsion i poured into your mouth..

same old story..
trying to articulate a romance..
but you weren't worth anything more than what i jerked-off in your mouth..