Mmm,

I can already feel the heat

From the red-hot stoplight.

I shouldn’t be doing this

But it seems oh-so-good…

Oh!

Stop, hold up.

This situation looks familiar,

Did you say these things to her?

Did you do these things to her?

Did she kiss you the same way?

That I did and that I do

And that I will?

Questions.

Questions.

Questions.

But continue on,

Please.

I’m just trying to forget!

Trying to live on without

Becoming so upset.

But your only response is

Lighting up another cigarette,

Without regret,

“No need to fret.”

(unreassuringly) reassurance.

even though your sheets

are wet

and

I bet

That’s not

Another night sweat.

Just (one more)

Potential threat

For me to consider,

THANKS.

But I can feel the stoplight

And it’s very very warm.

And I am very very cold.

And I shiver all over from

Withdrawal (of you.)

So,

You can think this over

Once we’re done.

You can think this over

Think about what-you’ve-done.

This time.

Just let me get one more taste,

Then I swear,

This time you’ll be kicked out of the door

And into the streets

Just like how I said

Last time.