whimper

i caught you coming home from work, in your faded little-collared shirt, and now i'm itching to remove it, ignore the whimpers of your roommate's dog, i'm keeping with it until your shirt comes off, and we'll be those crude humans, with all those bruises, and half of our clothes still on, to keep us uncomfortable, and we'll sleep, when we're tired of moving, our arms and our legs entwined, pretending that you are all mine, you caught me at a record low and got under my weak skin, i wonder if he really knows, the kind of shit you get to screaming, i wonder if he's really clean, i wonder what he'd think of me if he knew what we're doing, with all those bruises, and half of our clothes still on, to keep us uncomfortable, could see us sleep, when we're tired of moving, our arms and our legs entwined, pretending that you are all mine, cause, i'm not yours, no, that's not right, i'm just a novelty you're toying with to complicate your life, we're not even friends, i'm just the means to an end, still, i'd give all my self-respect up to be with you again