i like it when you hug me.
oh my god.
i like it when you hug me.
you carry my
secrets in your
mouth, tongue
balancing
truth and
dancing
a ballet of
digression, lips
sealed
and locked--i
swallowed the
key for you
back
in september.
i know you wouldn't lie to me. i know it would burn, and i know it would sting--and you don't even begin to wonder how it would affect me. i know you understand me. i know you believe in me. i know you want to be my friend, not my big brother or my maybe lover; you don't care about my ungodly thrice yearly blemishes. you like me because i'm loud, and you love me when i'm quiet.
pterodactyl cries. broken volleyball fingers. group smoking in the snow. getting busy. lifting weights in my skinny jeans. plans to drop acid. rub my thighs on the bean bag. be worried about your U.A.s. talk shit on shit -heads. write me poetry. read my thoughts. tell everyone off. going to therapy naked. being raised in the jungle. hit on bradley. hold my hips. bruise my boobs with your nose. laugh at my dumb pictures. laugh at my good pictures. be the only one who saw me cry. you're horrible at puzzles, you colourblind fool.
let's pontificate to each other, baby.
