I fucking hate you –
when things got difficult you
just fucking left me.

You fucked me over
with sultry looks, wanton lips,
and your clothes still on.

This bed is too cold –
I stretch as far as I can
but do not feel you.

My lips have been seals
for sinister secrets and
bitter, screaming souls.

When the rain poured down,
I gave you my umbrella
and you walked away.

You should sleep with me –
how else do you expect to
warm this frigid bed.

My haunted blue eyes
hide secrets that easily
could destroy your life.