this is like part of a series which some i won't post so like, the number is there for me not you. the number does not matter i am just too lazy to give all my poems clever titles.
he’s full of tuesdays and peonies, and i’m made up of saturdays and b… so he says, forgive and forget, and i say, get high and throw dart… he’s got his arms open wide
you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.
i’m kind of nervous you don’t love… and isn’t that hilarious? when i was so damn scared in the b… that you would love me at all.
i gave you open front doors, swing… i left you out in my backyard with… it’s not my fault you stayed like… i screamed your name over a coal e… standing in the middle of the trai…
you hurt me so much, but i never h… i just hated you for telling me it…
i’m trying to give you cardiac arr… i’m trying to drink your blood lik… i hate your guts; can i fuck them… don’t be gentle, i want to scream at the top of my…
always a victor, always a fucker. always a loser, always a fucked. so it goes. so it burns.
sit across from me, with no space in between. chest again chest, and our legs folded awkwardly. wrap your arms around my neck,
everything is muffled and clean wh… i have bathed in dust and soil, an… i lay on your cool kitchen tile an… a constant reminder that i’m here,… but now with me here there is mud…
you smell like chlorine, she tells… you smell like sunscreen, i tell h… guess we both smell like chemicals… yeah, i say, hand darting out to l…
there has got to be something fuck… that would ever make you look at m… “yeah, i want to love that.” and there has always been somethin… that keeps hoping someone will cho…
it’s ugly how time moves. how places that you used to fit in… the kitchen cabinets, the space between your closet shel… don’t fit you anymore.
sometimes i think, when i’m sitting here doing jacksh… that you are only here with me, sticking it out, cause you’re hoping i’ll be someon…
is it too late to admit i loved yo… even through it all? summers over, but i still feel it on my skin.
just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.