coffee stains

i feel like an addict.
i whispered..
as i fell asleep by myself
waking up in shivers and 0 responses to my pleading for help 
i'm normal, i'm honest 
sitting beside a 2 week headache and a toilet of vomit 
telling my tylenol i'll be back before dawn. another broken statement soaking in promise 
my minds a loitering bomb, the hopeless subconscious
my most genuine curse is never being sorely immodest 
you make me trust, and make me love

you.
wrap your arms around my kudzu 
my battle armor cast in blood, the vagabond of listless lust
you're the
art of war to my sun tzu
dragging on, my past is gone. just catacomb the ambiance 
grabbing on to massive oars to run across the transient
summers dawn is halcyon. a cup of coffee.
allocate the demitasse, and pillow talk your champion 
touching softly. rugged often, my flesh peels off when i'm around 

you.

come with trigger warnings, and oxytocin 
purple-flavored dulcet moans, coach 
your climax until you're gone
we left our mantras and conscious open
erotica, the constant dosage
our jupiter's and venus forged 
carbon copy, and common stories
almost called derogatory 
hear the demons speaking for me
we want peace, and peace and glory 
but what brought peace is knowing 
thieves only steal things worth hoarding
the mana source. the chakra pouring
muladhara. i want more 
kehlani to your body. roar 
growling and the sounds explored
you look good on paper, and good in person 
my only failure is mine alone. 
flushing out the ill-behavior. 
to amputate and cut off the source. 
this faucet drain pumps blood no more

it's just
stained