Underground

Take two and call me in the morning, with resolutions and penance in hand.

I’ll kiss your sweet brown lips, gently brush the dents in your glowing flesh.

You. You. You.

She tastes bitter, after the love you gave, yet I’m drawn to her by name.

I don’t understand it, and you surely never will- but before I leave again, let me see your amber eyes and falling hair.

She’ll always be inferior. You are my love, but I have to step back, if only for a while.