how could she not lie
when she didn’t see
any alternative
for the emptiness
now someone else’s
turn to give
but now she gets
I wasn’t a perfect fit
she has the eyes of a queen
for the size of things between
an agent provocateur
radically planted her feet in the air
in order to feel something down there
greater than ever before
yes it’s depressing
but I can’t sink further
I can’t go any deeper
can’t fill her with pleasure
because there’s nothing more
I gave everything
and I was found wanting
she was still found wanton
and I couldn’t
bridge the gap within
to be with me she stretched a bit
but now she’s stretched to the limit