Blind MESS

They will use your empty body 

A place to rest a while 

The most personal thing one could do 

When you talk they don’t listen 

You want them to stay they want to go 

Where do they go 

I don’t know

 It’s another no go

Your cum has left stains, sprains on my brain

I thought you liked me but this comes as no surprise 

Another one that couldn’t stay

Another one that fades away

When they leave it makes me cry 

With them you placed hope in which they roped away 

Killing yourself with kindness 

It’s a certain kind of blind mess