My first love
thick hair twisted in her fingers
Black hair tangled in my fingers
While I braid her hair back
while she vomits stars and bile
bottomless as the space between her ribs
She was never much good to anyone
Not to those who loved her
Or the lucky few she loved in return
And she did love me
When we were girls
But she still sings to me
Calls me the breathe in her lungs
Kisses me when none of her men are around
Why did I never tell her I loved her?
Shes the woman that takes and takes
Parts of men of whores of her mother
She worships cannabis, ecstasy, Molly, LSD, acid, shrooms, heroin, cocaine
She'd eat me alive then bury the evidence of her club drugs alongside my body
Generous enough to give me a parting gift
I would rather die than let her know
that I'd give her the sun the moon the angel dust hidden in her cousins couch cushions
than let her know all she'd have to do is ask
Because she would
Push and shove and subject me to her will
And I'd bear it
Because if you don't suffer for love
you're weak
so I've been told
