Unrecorded Thoughts

Impassioned thrills
And all those pills
The passed days hoarded
Went unrecorded
Aborted thoughts
Leave me distraught
Wandering
And wondering
What's right
And what might
That night
Have been
And may yet again
With no note
With which to compare
You act on every dare
You're hunched over beside it
From lunch Dover provided
I'd rather feel you wet
Than hear that you're upset
But I can't reconcile
With such a rectalphile
As much as we are strange
I know we both can change