Temperid Affair

Duct tape tastes like mottled gum at three a.m.
Im sure that’s what you were thinking.
Looking up at my face, slowly chanting broken “I love you’s”
Im sure this is the last place you thought you would wind up.
But still, here we are.
I hate you, I hate that you don’t see that.
I told you that I would hate you that first night when we met Dana at the bar.
You laughed and fucked me later.
I never call you back.
Tonight when the random girl walked up and kissed me it made you mad.
That’s the reason I don’t have a girl friend.
For nights like that.
But still, you took me home and let me fuck you.
When I untied you, all I saw was night.
You whispered and began to plead, not for me, but for anyone.
I know that it wasn’t for me.
All you want is someone to feel you when you open your eyes to a lonely black blue apartment.
When you finally stopped crying I untied you fully and you wept.
You scratched me hard and began to pour out an i love you, and stopped.
You stopped when you saw the way I was viewing you.
Un loving, caring or wanting.
You said that you knew me, but we both know that was lying.
You don’t know me, no one does.
I don’t exist in this world.
You only think you see me.