His height, his heart, and his lips might be okay but darling his soul-

his soul is what seems to be blackened and therefore severely lacking.

if I could count on my hands and toes the amount of times I've thought of you since waking, I'd medically, by practice and study be an anomaly. if I could show you all of the ways you've hurt me just by not seeing me, you'd have enough ammo to write me an album

my chest hangs over my knees and my head weighs heavy to the floor, I am slowly separating from my body, my limbs, my soul and my smile. and on the days you tell me to linger after not seeing you for years, I wonder how much longer you'd make me keep waiting while you continue to mingle.

I fell apart at the mentioning of your name in rotation above and below the humdrum that jived around you. I smile just long enough for the song to end and my body to stop responding.
I held it together long enough to see through the music and fell apart at the after party. I imagined your name in blinking flourescent lights and shuddered at the images my mind conjured up of you, a constant spinning wheel.

midnight shiverings of semi-neurotic portions, strike my ******* as I lay on a bed of eggshells, Malibu-Barbie-d to the head of your knees, baby said he'd paint me pink like the insides of my vaginal regions because it was his favorite, favorite, favorite place to read about, think about, taste about and feel about, baby, baby, he said he'd shake me salty like the Dead Sea and then he'd leave me comfy like the title repeats, my baby, baby is wilder than I could ever be but I swear there's one thing we have in common: he don't like me and I don't like he but we sure did like 'we'. We sure did love something funny and silly, never too serious, just like true, blue young'uns do.

I can't say that I know exactly what you want from me at this very standstill, I'm trying to remember how to breathe you in without becoming enraptured in the thickcut essence of you but on a day like today when my confidence frays at the slightest quiver of your lips, I couldn't say what I'm most in a haze about, the idea that you see me or the fact that you so frequently forget me, but it doesn't hurt me, it doesn't.