| one of the two i'm truly proud of |


coming homei have never been this happy after a long night: it's all your fault.coming home


margaritasi have to say, every time you laugh, i laugh. you smile your crooked, sly smile and exhale through your larynx. i can hear the rainbow green exuberance discharge from your being in a haze of almost smoke. it pulls a beautiful fog over my world; i float through your clouds on a breeze of exultant ignorance. cloud nine is a place in my world created by your presence.margaritas
i have to say, when you speak, i smile. my lips pull tightly across my face and sometimes their corners are pointed downward, but my diaphragm and lungs and heart widen by meters. the miss-pitched vowels that stumble out from between your mandible and skull play to a t


maybesi came to say goodbye. the blood fissures through little whites in my eye. you ask me if i'm okay. by this point, i'm walking away, back to you, small supple hand raised in acknowledgment. i nod my head quickly, violently, hoping it'll become true if i rattle my brain enough. you inquire if i want to talk. i shake my head shortly and curtly, dismissing the idea before i come attached to the feel of release, of bursting free of my restraints. in a last, almost desperate effort, as i begin to turn the corner, turn away out of your life, you ask if i want to talk tomorrow. i nod, slowly this time, telling myself that yes i will, because yes, i wmaybes
LOOK AT ME
I HAVE LESS PAGEVIEWS THAN YOU
you probs have more watchers
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desireeee~
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desireeee~
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
your writing is beautiful.
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desireeee~
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