Sweetest Sagittarius, ever mysterious
Physically insatiable, emotionally unavailable
All I ever wanted was to keep you
Or keep you up all night talking
You said you wanna talk highs and lows
Well lo and behold, even without to have and to hold
We’ve still had some of our own
And my drama might not up to snuff
With some of your other skinny starlets
But I did always give it the old college theater class try
Let’s whisper about the night I stood on my bed screaming
In the most whiskeyed, tearful tantrum
A manic twenty-two year old had ever thrown
I think a threw a pity party every Friday night
Remember when I cried “don’t you wanna be with me!”
At you, aloof, turned off
In the battered doorway
I’m sorry to this man
Let’s pass notes about the sunlit mornings
I spent lying on my back in your white sheets screaming
For the hottest carnal joy
Because of you, so present
And closer than a ghost
Inside me deeper than a daydream
That I would never want to share
I’m not sorry, to this day
Passion was never the problem
The devil’s in the details and I swear that it was some form
Of magnetic black magic that held us together
Or rather
Kept pulling us back into that
Abysmal utter mess
Of tangled legs, twisted sheets
Smeared lipstick at 3 am
Mascara tears running away
Stealing your jeans, losing my rings
And the way we loved
My messy morning hair, and the way you used to make me
Glow like the most wicked, breathless, wretched angel
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