full of longing

And I can 

hardly speak

My shoes are untied

but my tongue

is in knots

With all of these 

forget yous, 

forget mes,

and forget us

nots 

There’s a place

where all this pain

has got

to stop

So try to refrain

from another cop-

As champagne 

makes a pop-ing sound

the air around

the shop gets very 

hot, 

We leave,

we talk, we speak

With hands covering

mouths bloody

She’s brushing her teeth

in reverse,

He’s searching through

his purse looking for

his sexual identity

The bottles are empty

and I’m full of longing