Novelty

Between the wharfs and Baltimore blue,
you were a child smeared with filth and sin
and something awfully close to apathy,
whatever. You lucked out.

So let’s get one thing straight:
this was your fault and to be honest,
I don’t regret a single dirty word.

Ambien and hard alcohol,
now that’s regret.

Because when I saw you for the first time
after you decided she was prettier
or easier to fuck, I couldn’t remember
who I sold your Iron Maiden records to.

“I feel unwanted, like
I’m trying real bad and you don’t give a shit.”

Your girl says you’re different.
She’s never been with a boy
who trips out on school nights
and still finds time for making eyes.

But I can’t breathe with your tongue
shoved half-way down my throat.