go quietly into distraction
twiddling thumbs in anticipation
of impending ambiguity,
set on saving sirens from substance
i worry about your heart
only now that i have
ripped it from your chest and
thrown it, beating and ******
onto a seedy vancouver sidwalk
at four am
you come to town and
say you would kiss me
if you thought i wanted you to
i wonder what more i can do
to make you hate me
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
go quietly into distraction
twiddling thumbs in anticipation
of impending ambiguity,
set on saving sirens from substance
i worry about your heart
only now that i have
ripped it from your chest and
thrown it, beating and ******
onto a seedy vancouver sidwalk
at four am
you come to town and
say you would kiss me
if you thought i wanted you to
i wonder what more i can do
to make you hate me
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