Don’t Think

Don’t think of his heartbeat 

Against your ear.

Cheeks burning with heat 

As he comes down from the gear.

Don’t think of his eyes 

All soft looking at you 

Watching his chest rise

Unsteadily, vape glue 

To his other hand. 

Don’t think of the accidental

“I love yous” from my bed 

Always in denial but so gentle. 

Don’t think of everything we said. 

Don’t think of him

Kissing others in the pub 

Remember when the lights go dim

It’s me he always called up.

Don’t think of him spitting 

Poison every time he says 

Your name now. Gritting

His teeth while he tells 

His tales. Acting as if 

I wasn’t between his legs