Lost Piece

She said: “Loving you was harder
than anything I ever shot.
You always had that subtle taste
of demolition on your lips
and there’s no such thing as mistakes.”
But there’s nowhere to go from here,
there’s no methadone for my name.
You’ll have to sweat me out with someone else.
The drapes will pull closed
as he takes off those faded pink panties
and forgets your name.
But she’ll use him like a bummed cigarette,
making sure she gets all he’s worth.
It took me three years but I finally
realized the thought of you was better
than the real you.
So claim your set like the rest of the evangelicals
and call your pusher,
cause I’m tired of being your buffer.
I’ve got the lust for life
and all you’ll ever be is an anvil.
When he leaves you’ll just cover your tracks
and scout your next mark
at the Red Room.
By the time you get back to your bedroom
my trail will be leaving the station.
Don’t bother looking for me
left of the dial.