Audrey II

You told me I made you feel the way

I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,      

                              but I'm not very good with new concepts.
Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,

I kiss your neck,
                             And fade into the knot In my Stomach.

There's a pill for it but I left them back home.

We drove to the little shop of horrors, and you told me to pick one toy.

I chose your teeth on my neck, 
                         feeling the tonsils turn to molars and the molars turn to canines.

The records stops now, but I never stop spinning.
Wondering what you'll do next,
               in the hopes of making a lasting impression.

An impression that would never stick,
                                             Despite your relentlessness,

Because apathy is harder to kill than love, and in the end we both wont care either way.

This poem is about: 
Me
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