Dead & gone

it’s strange
this bottle of wine
how it makes me want you
again

last time, you just pumped
me, no foreplay
no thought of how i felt
your average dick got
what it wanted

motherfucker

it sucks
being a woman

i wish i could turn it
off

i swear
i’m writing this poem
instead of calling u

i’m bringing up my browser now
to match.com