Lying fetal on the cold tile floor
in my cum encrusted boxer shorts
a substance that resembles shit
in my fingernails
blood spots the bed
empty whiskey bottles
and spent condoms
mark the memories
of posturing passions
out of meaningless sex
another cum dumpster
another ejaculate receptacle
another whore
sitting with legs open
awaiting the next cock
to stick their gaping cunts
in attempts to fill the void in their souls
unlike the days of old
when my torso was your pillow
and the arms of your glistening body
kept me warmer than these lonesome sheets
jaded to the strange
the new is all the same
they all are just the same
they all are just the same
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