Lost Boy
playing three card monte
with a loaded deck
& the bartender's girlfriend
won't leave me alone
so I'm getting
my drinks for free
you see me
and in your
mother's womb
sense my damage
& in these sweltering
endless nights
we sweat through
the sheets
as you try to make up
for all the fucked up things
that have happened
in my life
& in the morning
I will kiss you
thank you for the memory
& leave
too damaged
to share myself
with anyone