do I really care about you?
authentically
no, but I would still kiss away a perpetual need
of some kind of
more
I would kiss away the perpetual need of more of my kisses, even
until they became ripe in your circulation
without your tact
like the first time an apple becomes an apple
without knowing it’s an apple
ripe
raw, sweet
without tact
without my tact
would I really care about you?
I’ve been on the floor bathing in dishrags and dust particles
I feel filthy
troublesome and unwanted
I’ve lost faith in succeeding
all I’ve got is gritty tact, sticking to its guns
do I really care about myself?
no,
but still, I would kiss away someone else’s pain to have a purpose
and I would love them in a moment
even if I wasn’t loved in return
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 4:15 AM UTC
do I really care about you?
authentically
no, but I would still kiss away a perpetual need
of some kind of
more
I would kiss away the perpetual need of more of my kisses, even
until they became ripe in your circulation
without your tact
like the first time an apple becomes an apple
without knowing it’s an apple
ripe
raw, sweet
without tact
without my tact
would I really care about you?
I’ve been on the floor bathing in dishrags and dust particles
I feel filthy
troublesome and unwanted
I’ve lost faith in succeeding
all I’ve got is gritty tact, sticking to its guns
do I really care about myself?
no,
but still, I would kiss away someone else’s pain to have a purpose
and I would love them in a moment
even if I wasn’t loved in return
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