The Animal in Me

She loves me

and I love her too.

Please dont question my knowledge on the fact of these feelings...

I dont throw words of such caliber around with ease.

They are mostly kept somewhere underground,

buried beneath past ghosts and false hopes I've had.

Somewhere in my heart,

somewhere in my mind,

I know you'll be a memory I keep living time after time.

Green grass under moon-lit nights,

summer breeze hitting your hair,

yeah.

I looked into your eyes with

no fear,

kissing those lips with slow embrace.

Why rush a good thing?

I hope you remember me

cause I remember you,

but that was the past

and theres so much more I can tell you

about now.

Now,

I wind straight hair,

braids,

whatever the hair-do may be

around my fist,

clinched,

pulling too hard,

her head jerking back to reveal it isn't

you.

The summer breeze is an endless heatwave

in the bedroom.

My teeth carry pain as I bite

and lick

once soft necks,

with gentle, animalistic precision.

Marks left behind aren't just pleasure spots,

they're brands.

I was here.

You helped me stay afloat another time ago...

some time too far to recall.

Now I just drown out all my anger in pussy pools.

And all the screams and scratches

dont amount to the pain in losing you,

but I hope you remember me

cause Im slowly starting to forget you.

Later Days