i realized this while[I COULD TAKE OVER THE GOD DAMN WORLD IF ONLY I PUT MY MIND TO IT.]
Let's take over the world together and get what it is we want most.
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untitledYou smell like laundry detergent (lavender) and there's a hint of yesterday's morning cigarette on your cuffs and I press them to my nose, smiling, and breatheuntitled
in what I have left of that moment
there is a faint notion I'm never coming back.
You argued
the lint was from the dryer but I hung the hoodie on a hanger to dry in the stagnant air of your closet space. Now I'm picking off purple fuzz and reminiscing about Sunday 's lack of adventure.
I'm wondering if this is it: If I am losing myself to dedication
to another and faking &n
by ~love-lit
born 10 minutes after sexlove songs are ephemeral moments caught in the pulseborn 10 minutes after sex
of steady 4/4 time and key of C.
maybe i am listening to glimpses of contentment and crossing my fingers in hopes they are an entirety.
maybe his words are inspired by the ten minutes after doggie style: wrapped in her
arms, he thinks he's found perfection.
maybe we are being sold traditional ideas, indoctrinated into romantic illusions and abandoned to realize
we are incomplete in our knowledge and expectations of what love is and will be.
the price we pay is a li
by ~love-lit
Hear Me Out[i steal song titles from favorite artists, hah]Hear Me Out
I think I could electrify you so you tremble with me- -and-you's and we're rocking the boat, the bed. How cliche.
But I'll take it. So hear me out.
I want to turn the lights around so they shine on my tan, oiled skin and illuminate your smokey bits of kyanite. I'd smooth your bones over.
You'll take it. So hear me out.
You can take off
my black nylon dress and stare at what's been hidden if you like what I have to offer. Discovery.
You want to escape
by ~love-lit
TalkYou whisper distorted messages of disappointment through shoulder shrugs and soft shuffles across the living room floor as you turn away from my face of wanting.Talk
I wish I could touch your palms to tell you I'm here, I hear, and I feel you even when you're not holding me like a dad holds a daughter's dignity in his forethought. Usually.
My empathy is running on fumes when I stare through the window at your deteriorating figure, hunched to reach pebbled nonsense on the salted pavement and I realize you're in pain, tired, from growing old.
by ~love-lit
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- Interests: enjambment, a messy room, 12 oz. mochas, and occasionally the Boise Weekly
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