this is why you don't go for club girls

I guess

She was all
cigarette burns
and whisky stains
smeared makeup
and lipstick imprints

She left broken
glasswear all over
the dinner table

and she judged me
as she fucked me
and i loved her
like she loved me

and i couldn't endure
her but i endured
her for that time being

she woke up one day
and left a note
next to me
as i passed out
on her floor
that said
she'd be back
in a few days

I still sometimes
drive by
her place

It's looking as
dishevelled as i
left it
two weeks later.