divesting

would you please stop trying
to sleep with me? because it
confuses the living fuck out
of me, it's either intensely
flattering or insulting, you
either can't get over me, or
you just live in the moment&
are happy to forfeit me as a
friend for a convenient fuck
and i keep saying no because
i've put a lot of work in to
a friendship with you, yet i
find most of the time i just
wind up regretting it. sigh.
stopstopstopstopstopstopstop
divesting from you again....

honey

perhaps he likes the way you like him
your honey stream of tasteful wits
the words that burn his lonely lips
of how you really want to know him
of how you're still around
he's got a lot of evidence
that what you say is meant for real
perhaps the whiskey laughs still echo
when he's alone and unfulfilled
or maybe, streams of words forgotten,
kisses fade into the night
and both of you are passing, jaded,
waiting till your breaths are stilled