Wrote this a while ago.
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
