I deserve this with my lungs filled
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in love with all my stuff.
the place we used to hide in is no longer a secret
wishlist
Your vacation pictures are turning my brain into salt water
The TV is screaming at me
in the voice of people turning twenty one
while I dream of manspreading
my way into everyone’s life
to cover more ground
and take more than I need
just because
I can
It’s excessive behavior week
and I’m the Belladonna of this shit
I try to forget the too white sheets
and order some of the stretchiest attire
available online
Yes I still think of you
and how you would
count your blessings
using all your fingers
the gray nails the red nails the black nails
the too white sheets all year
and I would pull my hand out of a bag of chips
to mirror your movements
and immediately realize
the softest hands
I could ever imagine
are my own
My dream house has a TV/VCR combo unit with a copy of Body Heat stuck in it.
This might be the start of something new
so we ask each other questions
like do you know this band
what would your dream house look like
and is your dad still alive
I shake my head
you cry a little
we smoke in bed
and drink from the same glass
your tongue carves pet names into my neck
and I cringe a little
while hair’s falling to the ground beneath me
yesterday’s socks on the ground beneath me
I put them on again
just watch me.
I’m spamming fire emojis in the comment section of your mirror selfies
I light a fire on both sides
of the river
because I’ve got nothing else
going for myself
while I shout confessions
at the river
and watch them sink
like rocks
until all I got left
is this mouth
and two fires
and everything
slowly
hits
bottom.
Watch me survive as I cross the street without looking
I’m kissing half a million birds when I kiss you
how much could you take
from the corners of my mouth
and will you put it back again
I want it back again
I glow in the dark when I’m with you
and you laugh
for twenty minutes
with your head back
on the remote
Calendars make sense when I miss you
and wrap myself in arms
the size of cranes
THOSE YELLOW MONSTERS
I can’t believe
you considered climbing
Would you go all the way with me
if there was no harm in falling?
Please tape my hands to your ribs
no this is not a fetish girl
I just want to
be part of something
I can’t control
And read my lips all you want now
the man in the mirror is sewing his mouth shut
and he’s like halfway done.
Eventually all birds must land.
untitled
Your hands strike a boulevard
Between this place and a place by the sea
I dream slowly
And I drive fast
With a gun in my lap
And your voice stuck in my head
All you asked for was something interesting
Like a kiss at the door
Clothes on the floor
But now I’m tired
So
Let’s not make love here
Let’s not talk it out
Let’s just not speak at all
We’re both full of what this room is full of
But
I’ll do my best to look alive
As you sing into my mouth
No, I’m not tired of these songs
the low-brow eroticism of intimate confessions
the monster under your bed
wakes you gently that night:
I dont care what everyone thinks
I like you more than just friends
and despite the bony ankles
you’re the creature I’m falling for
you roll your eyes
but eventually
lift your blanket
all the way
’cause you know
it will leave
as you turn on the shower
as you do every morning
’cause you’re clean like that
thortenguss 