I’m wearing his boxers
I’m coming up empty
I thought I saw God in
The back of his Chevy
It’s only a nightmare
He says they can’t hurt me
He wants to be worshipped
I wish he would let me
I’m drinking his red wine
I’m kissing him messy
He calls me his best friend
I don’t meet his family
I write a bad sequel
His words are so heavy
He calls me a songbird
I watch him forget me
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