Vice Words

 

Separate 

Left its mark

Hard 

On our abilities to part

Scrawled 

In black marker

Notes no harder

To read 

Than to write

Desperate goodbyes

Separate

Bested 

These thighs

You and I

Loving hard 

But not with hearts

Skating plainly

Over washed skin

And old scars

The paradox of our

Being 

Seeing 

Us best without

Us next

To each other

Don't notice nothing

But these double 

Negatives

That live in sentences

That join our names

The same as if

We were something positive

Possibly

Perfecting how to live

Separate lives

Desperate lies

Save no one

Gave no one

Any clues as to the longevity

Of two 

On too many second chances

Chances are 

It isn't ever gonna work

It isn't ever not gonna hurt

We aren't paying attention

To the worst

Certainly not when we

Thirst

Close eyes 

And open hands 

Please give me something

But no, 

I don't want another chance

I want the sound

Of a wet mouth 

Sucking 

Something 

Lovely

I want afternoon 

Bright sunlight sex

The kind that's as unforgiving

As ourselves 

Amid the lives we led

You want to remember

Fondly

Your favorite

Place to bruise

I wanna remember you

Like this

Sick 

With lust

For just

A minute

Before we come

Before we come to our senses

And remember

We're separate

Marker all dried now

Love all died out 

Like old batteries

Corroded with acid 

Asking 

How did we 

End up here

And saddened we 

Are answering

Machines do this

Go through motions

Long after they have been

Deemed 

As obsolete

As we seem to be

Marked hard 

With the difficulty 

Of our separation

So I'll see you next week

Same channel 

Same station

Cause with our hearts 

Left home

We aren't so 

Close to humanity

Basically machines

Basically basing 

Logic on insanity

Understanding we 

Or the lack of us 

Is just down the road

At the corner

In the black car 

In the glove box

Manual for manually

Disassembling 

This 

Whole 

Hold that has us locked

That note

Where you wrote 

Your goodbye 

In black marker 

Black mascara

Running harder than I ever thought

We're no good at this

But we won't stop

We're no good at love

Much better luck

At fitting together 

Our parts 

So really we gotta start

Being apart 

Damn...

Separate

Sets in

So 

Hard