Fuck Teddy Swims

Eh.
I kept the
side dude,
because he can
dance like
my wildest dreams

and fuck like them too

Good lay
Good time
but good goddamn
I wish I could
feel anything beyond
the vague
fondness and
slight irritation
I’d most associate
with a pet that
gets hair on your
just-dry-cleaned black coat

Sure.
He’s cute.
he makes me forget
about (him)
things

But I can’t
feel him enough
to write an angsty poem
with him

as the subject.

And he’s blowing
my phone up
confirming our
plans for later…

and he was so
fucking proud
to tell me…


The song that got him
laid

The song he moved me
around a packed dance floor,
the song that ended
in a dip and return
where our mouths
panted into each
others breath

is his ring tone
for me now.

I don’t even fucking call him.

And I think it’s the first
big emotion I’ve felt
about him outside
of the bedroom.

Making that song
an effigy to me was
a grand enough gesture
to make me feel.

And
I think


I feel



disgusted.