you were a button
a raise
a flickering phase
smudge on the ground
dirt on my face
you could not face yourself
bad for my health
lacking my taste

hot leather
burning desire
chemical code
our weaknesses spoke

simply a bad choice
to fall for your voice
paraded in my mind
sick full of lies

dead to me now
from heavyweight gowns
gaslighting hips
to drip intolerance

I gave up in the end
wanting to win
the last round.