about april 3rd

after the party

i sit at the foot of your bed

waiting for you to return

waiting to let you do what you will

i dont want to be dirty again

but i just cant seem to move

you walk in

and i try to relax

head down

eyes up

you look so pretty in the pink light

i hope i will be good enough now

in the night

you tell me i have some semblance of a girl you knew once

there is a strange look in your eyes

but i dont think too much about it

and you pass me the bottle again

in the morning i dont remember your words

only the feeling of warm hands on my back