I want to cuddle and listen to the hum of the fridge.
I want to trace your features
With my fingertips.
I want all of me
Touching all of you.

You smell fizzy.
Everything you do is what I want.
You're fun to be in love with.

You make my heart hiccup.

I'm lying on this inflatable mattress. And I'm cold. And I'm miserable. & I want to go home. But I don't know where that is anymore.

it's scary to open up and let people in
to see the bits of you that you try to keep hidden.
To give them the power
Heal you or hurt you.

To become hopeful
And dependent on promises made late at night.
To let their hands touch your heart;
Hoping that they're clean.

It's scary
To bask in the glow of another's affection
And to know that you need it more than you'll let show.

I'm sorry I stopped writing.
I think I got scared that once I finished the story
you'd go away.


(Because what reason do you have to stay.)

i need to create
to keep from decomposing.

to keep from
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t
t
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n
g

but my flesh falls off anyway.