there's a man in my pants (11/30)

you are everywhere

beneath my fingernails
in the hairs of my eyebrows
but mostly on the thin flesh behind my knees
you liked to kiss that spot
but someone would most likely find you in my jeans
searching for something i guess you never found
because you left me

your tongue is sewed onto
the
low
part
of
my
back
where noone is supposed to see
i let you see it
now it's not a secret
i have no more secrets
you took them all
and stuffed them into the backpocket of your levis


alone
you left me
zipping your pants
you didn't even hold my hand
tugging at denim
i tried to get them up my thighs
you left me
i tried to catch up with you
i tripped over my untied shoelaces
i wore nikes that day
i never wear sneakers
i couldn't find my panties
i left my heart in your sheets
and my tears on your pillow
are they still there?

you left me

you saw me crying
i'm always crying
i wonder if you'll always be there
in the rims of my eyelids
or in the zipper of my cut-off shorts
the ones you liked to slip your fingers beneath
you told me i was warm

you lied
i am cold