October 2009
5 posts
he twists his eyes to the sky to ask what’s wrong i said look at me look at me all the time the leo in my mind set a fire to our lives i’m inspired by your words like hello hi hug me and hold my hands tonight i’m kind of cold
falling asleep to other people’s dreams
fingertips fingertips
little sentences pressed on my wrist
i can hardly string the letters together
but the sensation says “i think i like you”
like the timid
to the tongue-tied.
“what the fuck” i said, bent into your embrace, and straightened my legs. i coughed the stubborn lung of shrugged shoulders and the breath was still caught in the heart of an arrogant motherfucker. oh wait- that’s me.
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