strange saviour
you offered me asylum
and that’s where you housed me,
chained to a bed in a room
the stale smell haunting me,
you offered me a reason
but your reasons are yours alone,
this love we shared is an angry spice
it leaves my soul indisposed,
you gave me dour beauty
and a tongue to test my frame,
my blurb you wrote on my back
with your kisses and bites the same,
all feels fine till the morning comes
and that tawdry awkward slip away,
we’ll meet again when the mood takes
we’re only a phone call away,
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