it was march, or june. maybe july. either way it happened so fast, to carry out those pounds and pounds, bundles, of your skin. sit it next to mine, make your way up here. ill sit it down, it will settle in. settle in next to me and try to forget how in your mind you swore it would never happen. it just did.
like that book on your bookshelf. can you please pick me up and read me already?
we may be lost. but we’re making good time.
what ever happened to drinking a cup of coffee cause you were there, eating candy, taking blues, laughs and laughs, far too tall, wiping it off about an hour too early, leaving it on when i wanted my way? i think i’ll start it all over today.
and i think its working
silver lining. things gone missing, frayed corners, edges, strings hanging loose. a button on the floor, golden rings, 4am open my eyes and you’re waiting. shoe ties, some lies, a pair of scissors and an old screen to see. it’s on your neck, what reminds me of you. a red light, knees, its the heat in this small space. never knowing what went on. never knowing whats going on. asta cuando tu me llames yo me quedo aqui esperando que sea algo mas de lo que es. a lo mejor tu les dices a ellos que sera tulla, pero espero que no. como me voy a pensar asi? mejor de arancar me el corazon. and in the corner, a stack of papers that you left, i’ve collected, it’s all the price i’ve paid just holding on. for….?