linger

tears of rage, of self loathing, of hatred, of anger, of fear.
we should take to love when ready, not when forced.
raped by your hand and your mouth, raped and pillaged of a feeling of safety and hope.
she lives on love street, lingers long on love street.
no energy, can’t keep up, light is fading.
sadness, inexplicable, craving touch. sensuality.
big girls don’t cry, they have stiff upper lips and starched skirts.
we leave, like a harpoon in my heart.
alley ways in the darkness, click of my boots, puddles and my handbag swinging.
leaving you behind, leaving the bottles behind, the hurt, the jazz and the smell of smoke.
kissing you and not looking forward, leaving you and not looking back.
swallows, and music notes, goodbye to a life of running.
you can’t keep running, you’ll only ever meet up with yourself.
chet baker, sounds a lot like billie holiday.
don’t give me that shit.
fuck you.