PETE AND PATRICK ARE THE ONLY TWO LEFT I KNEW THIS WAS SOME TWISTED PETERICK AU
Why Did I Do That?: A novel by me, with special guest appearances by several alcoholic beverages
Our scars danced slowly down your arm onto my thigh like iteration marks reminding us we come from the same secrets.
I tasted your tongue and realized I have been starving.
I sipped your words until I was drunk and fell safely beneath the smile you have resigned to my name.
You kissed parted lips, swollen and desperate to ask you to stay
Then, moving roughly along the curve of my hips,
You parted lips aching to invite you in
And you held raised and reformed skin,
Now sewn awkwardly together,
Between your asking mouth.
Your lips asking mine to never regret the stitches
And to thread my razor blade with your phone number
So that maybe
Your lips can meet mine,
Whichever of your choosing,
Before I decide to undue the seems.