..And yeah..

When I'm hunting your lust and the trail goes cold,
The chill of your ambivalence frosts my soul.
And yeah.
I can warm it up with a few finger snaps and trip for my hips, traveling side to side,
But sometimes my moves don't move me to heat like yours do.
And suddenly I stop to wonder if your woman still has that favorite under thing of mine she found
Or if it's lying in pieces like that part of my ego I let you toss around
Or why I'm penning paper with words in your favor, rather than those who have more interest in my undergarments
And if, perchance your indifference is the reason.
And yeah.
I suppose it ain't no trick or treason
That we're both charmed by the chase, or so it would seem
But puppies rarely catch their tails, and if they do it's never what they dreamed it would be.
And remember when it was a habit of mine to dance around to your heartbeat?
And I went through the motions even though I would never admit defeat?
But you did.
Defeat me I mean, or so it would seem
On more than a couple odd occasions.
But your relations were never too easy to relate to.
So fuck you.
I got plenty a consolation prizes who'll dance around to my heart beat
And yeah.
Maybe their moves won't move me to heat like yours do
But I can't play your game no more
'cause it's one that I always lose to
And yeah.
You know how I love losing.

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wanna buy a piece a me?

...Be still my heart, or tear it in two.
I don't know how to imagine loving again; don't know if it will ever grace these lips. I can feel them atrophying, turning down to a permanent frown from lack of use. Sometimes I wonder if my whole mouth won't fall away, an evolutionary gaping hole where kisses once danced in creases, tongue to tongue. Will I be able to breathe without my beloved mouth to mouth? And who will want to lick a cavernous black grin? Won't they be afraid the hollow will swallow them whole? You fucking should be. Who will resuscitate me? Who will save me from myself?
Skin will crack and blister; I want it soft for no one.
Will you make me a sign to hang around my neck?
'Closed until further notice..'
'Temporarily out of service'
'caution, do not tamper with crime scene'
'danger, keep out, private property.'
Is that how most of these fucking drones live their lives, all red-taped off and security armed, just in case someone gets any ideas? Just in case someone wants to look too close? Just to make sure no one breaks in?
What a way to live. Sounds more like a way to die to me.
Don't come any closer. I'll rip this fucking face apart so nobody thinks it's pretty anymore. I'm tired of being gawked at and blamed for it.
One. Two. Three. Fall out of love with me.
Three. Four. Five. I'll try and stay alive.
Six. Seven. Eight. Maybe it's too late.
Nine. Ten. Eleven. My cunt tastes like heaven.
Wanna try? Take a piece. A piece a me. I don't fucking want it anymore.
I'll sell my flesh off inch by inch to every boy next door. And when they hold it close it'll seep into their pores and give 'em what I got. Ha. What a joke. Yeah you are. So what am I?
What happens when you can't make love worth it anymore? hmm? Tell me baby, please. I'll give you a dolla. Maybe a quarter too.
And if you're real nice, I'll let you kiss this hole in my face.
Promise.

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