I roam around metro stations
Praying for your sight
While your finger’s down her throat
Trying so hard to feel right
Does it work for you alright?
Are you ever about to call her by my name
Realize and stop with fright?
Does my presence still scare you?
When you’re with me, are you afraid of what you might do?
Does her voice ache your heart because it isn’t mine?
Do you hate her when she says cool or fine?
Do you have to stop your head from thinking
Of ripping away every shed of clothing that separates me from you?
Or do you go around casually
Eye shaping my curves like you always do?
Do such dark thoughts cloud your mind too?
Are you all macho inside or your brain is playing you as a fool?
From what I remember you had a mushy center
Hard shell on the outside, inside soft and tender
Does your life sometimes feel miserable without my touch?
Do you miss days that were stormy and rough?
Do you map every mole on her skin like you did on mine?
Are you jealous of her blanket when the clock strikes nine?
Does she mentally enthrall you with things out of the world?
Does she know how to be a bitch, boss, and a nerd?
Is her face as difficult as you said mine was to not touch?
Tell me, my dear, do you miss me that much?
Poetry In My Veins 