Hey Mr.Hot Tinder Match I am writing to you To get over with This game of hide and seek We‘re about to play.
A game in which All you’d want is to Increase the count of Girls you have slept with, To put another feather In your cap That reads “STUD”
And all I’m trying To do is Not come across As the slut that I am;
How I‘m not someone Who fucks Random hot guys, How I’m on tinder Not for hook ups But in search of l o v e, How my ex Exploited my trust, While I was head over heels In love with him. Fuck it, Let's meet.
Yeah, Let's meet And we'll make love
(Make love - This never fails To amuse me Someone Who has always Associated sex Not with making love But losing it. Losing love For the world, For god, For herself. But you don't need to know that)
You'll tell me That my nipples taste like rust, And I'll tell you About the mark You sit caressing
And the heated iron rod My father uses To stop my mother From leaving, For he knows That the map on her body Is less painful Than the cross road He creates On the shoulder Of her only child.
You'll tell me I give the best blowjobs And I'll tell you About my uncle, My uncle And his friends And the summer My 8 year old self Spent at the slaughterhouse He called home.
I'll tell you about the parties I was invited to, But my cousin wasn't. Maybe because my aunt Knew the menu And my mother didn't. Maybe because Even Satan Loves his children.
You'll tell me You like the tattoo Running down the length Of my thigh. And as I wonder if you mean The bird singing, or its cage?
I'll tell you About the golden tree That looked beautiful Through the bathroom Of the first floor As I sat teary eyed On the lap Of a stranger, Screams muffled, By a man my father tells me Is my godfather. Godfather, God + Father. God ? Father ?
Or maybe you won't say anything And neither will I. We'll just sit there Watching the naked sky, And you’ll Leave before the light comes on.