count theses seconds until the hour

Another set of five ran down his back
But I never thought they’d be yours
Your mouth is yours behind closed doors
And your hands can roam wherever they please
It’s a letter i've been perfecting
Every letter in sucker
Every syllable in slut
To my best friend: your not getting your moneys worth from what you’re catching your death from
Relationships are too inconsistent
But tears from her wrist are all too common