New thoughts wanted 

to return brand new

present for debate

and vulnerable for you

lost in the layers

of muscular thighs

a rolodex of pain

turns behind your eyes

is there a power

to save this night

from the broken men

in this predictable light

the tank is empty

and my car is full

left with nothing

beyond push and pull

things that I crave

are what closes doors

and keeps its prisoners

coming back for more

fooled by your interest

as the subject of desire

are you the mirror

and I the liar?

Apology on repeat

until your face turns blue

I love everything about you

except you