Dirty Words

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I used to be tired of hearing you snore at night
But now the white noise is gone and I just feel alone
I'll walk overgrown tracks with you
If it's something you want to do
But I'm done playing peekaboo
So come throw rocks at my window at two in the morning
And let me feel your warming heart beats
In between our bedsheets
In the place we call home
And through the monotone
Of your monotonous days in alleyways
Where you paid for a quarter with a dime
Even though you said your lips were only mine
And you too were done kissing bottles
I could write novels
With all your dirty words and red hurts
I'm pretty damn well sure
That you don't know your own name anymore
When you're only f*****g twenty-four
I really can't do this anymore
And I know
I used to be tired of hearing you snore at night
But now the white noise is gone and I just feel alone
But I won't pick up the telephone

Reviews

[Pete]

wow. that's telling it. there is a slight hint that there is still care and an attachment. creative way of letting it out. well expressed ...

[EcstaticEuphoria]

So relatable, so true. The silence reminds us that we are alone... but don't pick up that phone, whatever you do. It's not worth it. Love your writes! Always touching, a little dark

[Tony Jordan]

Whoever this is about - if anyone - you sure do owe them for being a massive inspiration for your poems.
The poems I've read from you all seem to be laser-like and anger-focussed but like a poor sniper (or one that self-sabotages the kill shot) you breathe and jerk just as you pull the trigger. Letting them live. Perhaps love is still burning.