Monsters, Inc.

I bet when she’s on her knees it’s me you’ll be thinking of, that one night by your front door

you said “leave your glasses on” as you blew a load all over my face. You always said I did it best yet she’s the only who gets your best.

I got your nights and she’ll get your days.

She’ll get to see you getting hit by the morning suns rays, ginger locks cascading down your freckled face. I just wanted a kiss and to stop missing you when time slipped way. On that day you’d said “I can’t talk to you anymore” It was like fate shoving you in my face, felt like such a waste of my talents.There your name was big bold bright red letters, driving through some middle of nowhere town no service or daylight to be found just your name burning into my head. They wouldn’t understand I never even told them our stories I kept them between us, so I pulled into that parking lot and snapped a picture to remember it forever. Feels silly now that you’ve blocked me, just to tease me one last time cause I know my lips are on your mind. Every time my lips touched you, you said I was the best head you’ll ever receive no wonder you couldn’t resist but to just say hi, the guilt kickin in on a Saturday night. Good thing I was too drunk to sit and think about you. I danced my night away shook my ass on someone else hands all over my body fingers sliding under my skirt. Free shots being throw back laughing with my girls about the crazy shit we’d do and think about in the morning with a raging headache from all the alcohol we probably shouldn’t have consumed. I’d almost all but forgotten you, moved on to the next and the next and the next until you’re just a story I’d sit back and giggle about. You were so nervous the night we met, frankly every time we met which turned me off cause it felt like I was just something to hide. Like a magazine you’d throw under the bed when your parents knocked on the bedroom door and you’d pretend you were doing homework or reading a book. Yet to me this is my life, to you it was just a story you always wanted a piece of, knowing you’d never be the main character maybe just a side quest for one chapter, dont know if you even deserve that but I’d give it to you anyway. Cause you were so sweet, nothing like how you texted you were a ray of a light a chill stoner boy afraid to accept you might want more then just the ordinary but we couldn’t belong in a world together. If I passed you on the street, we’d just be strangers probably not even look twice. “So this is how it ends, not friends, not lovers. Just two strangers with matching memories.”