You And I Poem by mark king

You And I



You and I;

I. The Room

This place is a mess with torn draperies and cigarette burns, but it is what we give to one another and what we are.

II. The peephole and dead brain cells

After the passion I pretend to rest while that girl is getting high. Noises and lingering in her mind, so she gets out of bed and is staring out the peephole in the door.

III. More passion

I’m tired of seeing her staring out the peephole, so I go to her. Kissing her neck and letting my hands roam breaks the fixation with the peephole. We are soon headed back to bed.

IIII. Life moving to fast

When the loving is done and she is nearly out of dope she starts scheming for more. I hold her till we exchange I love you’s and broken promises.

V. If you can’t beat her join her

I’m laying in bed with lonely feeling pretty down when I start wondering what she had seen out the peephole. So I get out of bed to take a look. It’s such a narrow and distorted view of the world just like you and I.

By mark king

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