Routine Hookup

Remember when we used to smoke on the bleachers?
Cut class for hours and make fun of our teachers?

Remember when you used to tell me I’m pretty?
When we’d fantasize about leaving and run away from this city?

Remember that time when we both fell asleep?
After three glasses of wine and nothing to eat?

Remember when we used to stare at the stars?
And imagine a different life on Venus or Mars?

Remember my body and the way that it moved?
When we made love like it was the right thing to do?

I forget how it started but we started to fight.
And you called me names and didn’t wish me goodnight.

And suddenly my body that I shared with you
Became something of an object that you started to use. 

And I thought it was real so I gave myself up.
Night after night for our routine hookup.

I followed all the rules and you played the game.
Placing yourself in me without ever saying my name.

A head full of confusion and a bed full of lust.
Pretending to be mine with each and every thrust. 

Exaggerated lovers and a sad hyperbole. 
Guess the only thing you ever did in life was me.

~lmw

(Photo by Lexi Wright)