The first time you said that you loved me was when we were just kids. I know you've changed a lot since then, but I still hear it in your voice. I hear it in my head. I know no one else ever meant it the way you did.
-excerpt from "Spending the hours between three and four pacing back and forth across my apartment" by Naturally the foundation will bear your expenses
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Drinking saliva, you leave it in my throat. I strained myself, but you did not notice or hear a sound.
You speak of another but I live in your mouth.
Locking the door, back when I could not say no. I extorted your body, and hurt you too.
I wish I was dead but I love telling lies. I wish I was dead because you're alive. Your saliva still stains my cock and I will always feel alone.
It's not fair to leave saliva in my mouth. It's not fair because I still taste you at night after you leave my house.