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dear heart,
please exit throat now.
sincerely, body.
p.s. stomach and jaw, stop hanging out on the floor.
p.p.s. foot welcome to mouth.
my mind runs laps. one mile down and infinity to go, i keep saying that you don't that you don't know.
there is no personality where nothing is personal anymore and by first snow this cold blood is freezing more than i even suspected it could. so please i beg you, tell me every detail, every word he said, and don't do it gently, i want it forced down my throat the same way you wedged yourself into my life.
to fit in here's my account.
i woke up less than a year ago naked in a man i still pretend to love's bed. i stuck my fingers through the blinds, and looked out for miles of frozen ground. i made the same motion in my bed last night and there is no sun there is no warmth and in my dreams my heart turned to dust and circulated through out my body. i kiss in cars and call it passion like you wear layers and call it fashion. there's only water in our veins.
take it to the next track, take it to the next track and i can't so i run around again. same landmarks same words same excuses, i'm in between the forth and fifth floor and i want to throw a tantrum. sit on the ground but i'm facing facts, this is not ground.
i am not leaping nor bounding nor letting things pass beneath my feet. i am constantly and consistantly perpetually standing still and holding back.
please exit throat now.
sincerely, body.
p.s. stomach and jaw, stop hanging out on the floor.
p.p.s. foot welcome to mouth.
my mind runs laps. one mile down and infinity to go, i keep saying that you don't that you don't know.
there is no personality where nothing is personal anymore and by first snow this cold blood is freezing more than i even suspected it could. so please i beg you, tell me every detail, every word he said, and don't do it gently, i want it forced down my throat the same way you wedged yourself into my life.
to fit in here's my account.
i woke up less than a year ago naked in a man i still pretend to love's bed. i stuck my fingers through the blinds, and looked out for miles of frozen ground. i made the same motion in my bed last night and there is no sun there is no warmth and in my dreams my heart turned to dust and circulated through out my body. i kiss in cars and call it passion like you wear layers and call it fashion. there's only water in our veins.
take it to the next track, take it to the next track and i can't so i run around again. same landmarks same words same excuses, i'm in between the forth and fifth floor and i want to throw a tantrum. sit on the ground but i'm facing facts, this is not ground.
i am not leaping nor bounding nor letting things pass beneath my feet. i am constantly and consistantly perpetually standing still and holding back.