Circle
yes or no
if you love me
Is what I wrote
in paint
on your stomach above your
navel ring.
You took your finger
across your skin and
your phone rang.
9:50.
Right on time.
You leave the room,
as usual.
While I'm left with your
lip print smeared across
my own.
He asks you
if you'll wait. As
he sits in jail,
waiting for
you.
You don't
have the heart
to tell him. You
come back.
Only to run your lips
across mine, down
my neck.
But
you said I love you
to him. As you
came back in.
So tell me,
as you trace your finger
across my thighs,
do you love me?
Yes? Or no?
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