Carnivore.

Every now and again

I wake up expecting 

Your sloppy drunk texts

After you've had one too many

Gin and tonics,

When you let your

Real memories 

Just slip through the cracks and

Expose 

Just how much

You really felt, because

You've always had

Such a way with words,

You know?

Even when you don't realize

That the things you're saying

Are going to just

Ring in my head,

Rattling around

For years to come

Like the tired ghost

Of our failed attempts

To make this thing work

Even though we both know it

Never would,

Never could,

Never should,

Because you've said it yourself—

You're an addict.

And once you develop

A taste for something

You want to absolutely

Devour it,

Ravage it,

Conquer it,

And I'm not one to be

Taken down by some

One track minded

Carnivore 

That simply had a taste

In the backseat of a sedan

So long ago and now just

Has a craving

Every now and again.