Surviving you.

He feeds the whores the standard pillow talk.
Writing phrases & lyrics on their backs like soft chalk.
Fingers glide with perfect ease.
The simplicity he finds in lying to please.

Saying I love you does not fall fast, she knows herself and her own heart.
It's been to torn too much for him to touch and break apart.

He makes her feel like she is the only girl in the room.
She's too blinded by his eyes to smell the lingering perfume.
He will make her his for the night.
Leaving her asleep after the ultimate height.

She still wonders what if she had given in.
If he could change, what would have been?

She walks fast and pretends not to see his face on the street.
He remembers her taste, so wonderful, bitter and sweet.

He swivels to his next forgotten choice.
Maybe this one will help him forget her voice.

She lies awake and sees him in her head.
Though it was right, sometimes it's so lonely in this bed.