[this room is enormous. stark. black. giant silence. i stumble over something on the ground. what was it? i don't know because cant see anything. I am moving directly into you without intention. your hands are moving across me now. on my face. the back of my neck. this is what it is to be drawn ( Read more... )

i don't know why you think i'm so special but your hands ( Read more... )

these streets remind me of my early twenties and ( Read more... )

The woman I lean on is worn so thin ( Read more... )

23 and i know she wants me to try harder
she wants a chase.

[I also think she wants to move to my city]

she wants word from me all throughout the day and i just
don't care enough to think of what to say to her.

The problem is having to think of what to say.

shouldn't I be full of constant streaming nonsense and random statements?

i really cant wait to stay still and start building things. I've always been good at building things.

i dont try to make us art.

i am no longer hurt, or scared, or angry
or for that matter

outwardly crazy

but i miss the person that you are.
(do i only miss how you made me feel? i did love being curled against you. the smell of your specific products have yet to leave me)

to be "okay"

i miss you, but i could never be okay

ill keep trying

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i like the way you rest your elbows on my shoulders when you kiss me ( Read more... )