I wonder
if I’ll ever have the
Pleasure
of waking up next to him
or listening to his heart beat
After a night of pure
defeat
because giving in is so
fucking bitter
sweet
I wonder
if I’ll ever have the
Pleasure
of a simple kiss on the
face
And no more
Just a night when
we don’t shed our clothes
And leave them
scattered about the floor
I know it’s damn foolish
Fucking pointless
of me to even
think
So I sit in isolation
and wonder
as I light another cigarette
And pour another
drink