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Helping Her Heart Beat

She’s a mess in a short black dress

     Strutting through downtown Tennessee

A mean city girl trying to be country 

A short little dysfunctional scorpion queen

      With angel wings tattooed on her back 

I lose my mind when she arches her back 

She crashed her truck last week

    But this week 

      She drives across the country to see me 

        And I’ll see if she’s still crazy 

She has a boyfriend who’s lazy

    Smokes weed all day

      And plays video games

She calls me to complain

   And I nod along

     My mind is back in time

     To my 27th birthday 

When she gave me that lap dance

          And then we fucked five or six times 

But three days ago

   She told me she was coked out of her mind

    And doesn’t even remember that night 

    And something inside of me dies

A little piece

A little hope

I always forget

     How bad she can be for me

But I still want to jump into her toxicity 

Yes, I still want to thrust myself deep inside her toxicity 

She's just that sexy

     And I feel more important when she sleeps next to me

       I feel stronger when she sleeps on my chest

She is so tiny

     But so feisty

I’d let her take a bite out of me

      If she was hungry

And if she was thirty 

     I’d drain my veins 

       So she could she drink from me

If her heart really does give out someday

     Like they say

     It will

      Then

     She can take this little ticker 

    She can take mine

      If it fits

       And she can live

          And I can go back to sleep


And maybe in the afterlife

    I’ll be able to hear my heart beat

    Inside of her chest

And I’ll be able to close my eyes

    And rest

    Knowing 

    That she is blessed

      With more time

Maybe I’ll be at peace then

    Maybe my soul will go wherever it needs to go

      When I know

     She is still strutting through downtown Tennessee

      With a little piece of me 

      Helping her heart beat

       Just so she can have a couple drunk cowboys

       Fight over her in the street  

Like they did 

          Last week.


CH 12/27/24





 
 
 

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