The Biggest Hurt

I sit with a beer  in one hand, a cigarette in the other

beer and cigarette

I watch the cars drive by, on their way to where?

Home? Walmart? Work?

cars

In a hurry, worried about how to make the rent

The mortgage, if their wives, husbands, boyfriends, girlfriend

Are gonna be pissy or happy.

Are they gonna get laid or shut out?

My thoughts are of you.

thinker

I drink to forget you.

Drink to forget me.

How we can’t be in the same room with one another

Without wanting to be together.

passion

About how when it’s over, you can just leave

without another thought of me

Until your loins burn and your gut hungers for my touch

My lips, my mouth.

Then you think of me

Your needs, your desires.

How you can’t think of anything until you’re

With me.

should be

You say you can’t love, I believe that

But I can

And that’s the biggest hurt of all.

 

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