Red Lane

[ IV ] there's no sweetness here

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THERE'S NO SWEETNESS HERE
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tell me something sweet
scratch that
tell me something that doesn't make me
run out of the room and
stand in the balcony naked just so
i can feel the cold
and i won't light up the cigarettes
and feel sticky and filthy from
our love making
let's not romanticise it 
i want your touch and tongue off my skin
after we've had sex without
even knowing something sweet

i'm going a little breathless, love
from all the silent screaming
smudged sticky tears pressing against my cheeks
your touch burning my lungs
when did you last call me love?
let's not romanticise it
you say love when addressing
Mrs.Wright, lemon meringue pie and
the end to hasty kisses in the mornings;
the only time you kiss
eager to detach them
because God forbid if
your mouth does something sweet
and now i feel like smoking your lips off me

i don't think,
                        we'll ever know,
                                                      something      sweet again.

        so do not kiss us goodbye
        just watch it
        happen

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