The stranger says there are no more couches
and he will have to sleep in your bed.
You try to warn him,
You tell him you want to get inside him,
and ruin him,
but he doesn't listen.
You do this, you do.
You take the things you love,
and tear them apart,
or you pin them down with your body,
and pretend they're yours.
So, you kiss him,
and he doesn't move,
and he doesn't pull away,
and you keep on kissing him.
And he hasn't moved,
he's frozen,
and you've kissed him,
and he'll never forgive you,
and maybe now,
he'll never leave you alone.
richard siken