We’re not fucked till we’re
a quivering mess, face first
In a puddle of cum and sweat.
Still dizzy from The heights
of heartbreak
All the view did was
Make us feel small.
Gargling a strangers piss
Because the rush comes
From the fall.
Daddy this, daddy that.
All our daddy’s did us bad
But open arms every time
Daddy comes back
And daddy never comes good
said we’d never talk again
But he sends the right texts
Turning up at the door
forgetting roses, chocolates
and all the promises said
Thinking the best we can get
Is a foot on the neck and
A kiss on the forehead.