at least one of us must be an asshole

The first 4 lines came to me on the train platform, and I liked the idea of "rhyming" in this slanted freeform way. I also like the way that "lies" highlights itself by breaking the pattern. It needs tweaking, and I'm not at all sure on the title, although I do very much enjoy the way this Fall Out Boy style lets me keep a poem spare and subtle while slamming meaning into it ahead of time.

i wish

that you ceased

to exist

between trysts

but i miss

the lies

in your kiss.

i missed you more

when the future lets us bottle memories

like spirits, i will keep a full flask of 

lying legs sprawled over the arm of your 

couch with my head on your lap, bullshitting while

you thumb your phone with one hand and

gently tug my bangs with the other

right next to a tiny vial of 30 minutes earlier

your naked body pressing and

pulling as i undress, nibbling the nape of my

neck, and the spicy-sweet warmth of 

"god I missed you" in my ear.

&hungry&tired&heartsore

Just a vent poem. These tend to be messy, but I find they let me handle emotions I usually avoid in writing.

frustrated&angry&without a car&

don't need to be owned, just need

a partner&could never be yours&

could never be enough for you,

whatever that means&don't want to be

too far in&don't want you to stop trying&

don't want to be owned again,

whatever that means&just want someone

who will follow me too&afraid that can't be you.