is there a predetermined time for the both of us/ are we fawning over minutia/ are we flaming over small kindling/ i know this is ugly i am fully aware but ugly is a ****** up trope and i play into the best and worst of it/ ****** up ugly femme with a hold around your messy boxers//my messy heart

tight grasps ====
tight grasps ======
tight grasps ====

<> hold on to this belief <>

if you find yourself lonely in your bed, this is me letting you know that my bed is yours too.
2. if you miss the sound of my voice, the feel of my hair, the warmth of my skin, please, oh please, come to my door, give me a call, send me a letter, proclaim your love and proclaim it again!
3. if he wanders (and he will wander), let him. trust that he will come back.
4. if (as always) you become overwhelmed by the intensity of your love for him, let him know. he will laugh and pretend to know and brush it off— understand that he listens to every word and needs to hear each exaltation of adoration. even if he doesn’t seem to care. trust that he does.
5.  if he wakes up and needs to run to be alone, let him go— he’ll come back. trust that he will come back.
6. if he doesn’t contact you for a while after he has upset you, don’t get upset— he just gets scared when he’s hurting you and doesn’t know how to fix it. be patient with him— he’s told you to be.
7. be patient, be patient, be patient. be patient.

we had a lot to talk about we had a lot to touch about but i could not let you near me
there was a softness in your eyes there was a tenderness that brought out every ounce of moisture in my bones yes i mean there and here too

and when you tell me of grand plans i believe them
and when you take me back to that time i am already there
rhyming and writing and reiterating lullabies once video taped for you as gifts
i ask simple questions to keep my heart in check i feel each pump      pump      pump
you make it pump pump pump pump pump faster pump when you talk of connections and histories and weather in small feely towns that i have slowly attempted to archive

you say: we have been together for forever
you say: i never want us to not love each other
say never want us to be without another
never felt this love with someone other
love sick drawn red crayon waxy imagery
i drip drip like a faucet starts then running
from leaks to waterfalls
i talked about the pools you created but never the oceans
but ******* you create OCEANS
and when i lick my lips i can still taste your emotions
so i walk around tracing circles with my tongue making sure your sweat is not gone
making sure your taste is not gone
and you said you never want to break up again
and i begin to contemplate words like never and forever and again again again

i keep you here, mr. love sick.
feeling each feverish pump you create.