when you whisper,
 “do you ever miss me?”
in your drunken state,
it puts me in a difficult position

because
missing you was a
default setting I never
wanted to admit to having

and you slipped your fingers
between my thighs
and I wish I could stop you

but I can’t

you breathe into my ear
and you think it’d
be something nice 
but all you wanted
was my mouth
on something that’s
not your neck