And in the dark
the need to kiss
you surged to
an all time high
as you sat inches from
me, wearing plaid
and whispering.
But I know
it's all a hopeless
rouse, so
I'll try to throw
myself into supporting
other people's romantic
endeavors because
my own endeavors
are always, will always
be shit.
Complete shit.
What the fuck
am I supposed to
do
when I feel
so stupid,
utterly dumb
and lost?
Because this
is shit.
All I want
is to hold hands
and walk down the street
with you.
And when we part
I'll kiss you
on the face.
Sitting next to
you in the dark
was damaging.
It made my heart
ache and swell.
A mold of molten
glass.
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