I've got a black eye now.

the same blue hair
with the same blue eyes
and the same lips,
oh fuck those lips.

the lips left the same
imprints that she
did. She worked the
shaft exactly the same,
tracing her tongue
down the tip of my foreskin
to border of
my sack and cock.
Her hair was a tussle
of rags too,
and the same noise
came from her mouth
when i pulled her hair
to arch her neck back
and the same moans
came out as i hit the
soft flesh of her ass.

The same hips, like
two little butterfly wings
draped in shining silk
that i tear apart
with my nails
as she digs her
head into the pillow

It wasn't the same though,
this girl before me,
wet and panting for more
was not her,

she was a little thinner,
and had track marks
all up along her arms
like a cynical game
of human connect-the-dots


but somewhere
along the line
i forgot about that

i learnt two valuable lessons
that day,

never love
a person for
what they used
to be
and never get
a girls name
mixed up.