whenyoumessup

last night you were sure the way to my heart was through stealing a stone from an endangered animals cage. you weren't wrong. it wasn't the stone though. last night you took off your shoes and walked the railing, and I watched your stumbling attempts with laughing eyes, enjoying your easy nature. my heart sings in your presence. last night you said I looked sweet when, in reality, I looked ridiculous. but you touched my hair and meant it, and I smile. last night you lifted me effortlessly, grinning, and touched my lips with yours. never have I been kissed like that and doubt you have either, from the way your eyes closed, your mouth softe

dear sir, I have now on several occasions tried conversing with your assumed lovely being, and have come to understand the truth in your lack of response. 'if a person wants you in their life, you will be.'. I regretfully admit to a timid infatuation with your gap-toothed smile and sun-kissed eyes, and will declare with certain disappointment and hints of skepticism, my resignation at attempts of your fondness. I was under the impression that yours was a kind and good heart, and either you have hid it well, or you are more ignorant (or perhaps slightly more rude), than first acknowledged. have there been a death or likewise traumatic inci

watching her dress from the sheets with silent appreciation. she knows she looks good. my fingers and mouth have been telling her just how good, most of last night. i'll keep exploring her for as long as she lets me, and i close my eyes to her hour glass backside, to remember her on my tongue. what wonders her mouth spills into mine, when i touch her. i notice her staring through the mirror, locking eyes, and she slowly turns to let me take it all in, like last evening when she was twirling and her dress billowed around her.

i'm just like the rest. i want to save you from everything that haunts your abused vessels, your resilient backbone not stopping my attempts. and your relentless words of resentment only convince me more, of need for me. if violence is all you understand I will beat my love into you, bloody knuckles, pushing your limits until you push back. you keep leaving. keep coming back. i let you. lay it all on me and see how much i love you. i'm staying. and when you get enough, when you decide to disappear, i will chase you down 'til you give a shit, or realize that i do.

at bekende kulør ville være at lægge sig sårbar for dine fødder, blotte struben og sige "gør hvad du må."

hvad var vi førhen? først nu er jeg sikker på mine hænder, nu vi er fra hinanden. du er mere end jeg kan rumme, for selv uden dit nærvær, er jeg fyldt til randen. under huden er vi så lig hinanden, dog er det eneste vi deler spyt og rødt blod. mørk blå er blå-øjet, stolt og mild. lys grøn er uskyldig, stædig og ren. vi har begge vingerne i tjære, og kan ikke redde hverken hinanden eller os selv.