Husky honey-whispers
escape her lips like smoke.
My stomach goes all hurly-burly
and I forget how to use my hands.
I bite my tongue. I bite my lip. My eyes implode.
I imagine I blappity-zap
a-twistin' and a-turnin' into some 1940's cartoon fella
hair black and slicked back,
heart poppin' out my chest like an alarm clock.
All I can do is stand around, pretending I'm not
getting drunk, just by – staring
at her.
She can't see me like I see her.
I want to stomp up on the dining table,
then burn the kitchen sink down
and scream ****** hell to the land and sky
for making her and I
as things not made for each other.
She plays around with her mouth on mine.
She holds me like a sister, and kisses me like a pet.
I melt with every moment I get.
She will never love me.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Husky honey-whispers
escape her lips like smoke.
My stomach goes all hurly-burly
and I forget how to use my hands.
I bite my tongue. I bite my lip. My eyes implode.
I imagine I blappity-zap
a-twistin' and a-turnin' into some 1940's cartoon fella
hair black and slicked back,
heart poppin' out my chest like an alarm clock.
All I can do is stand around, pretending I'm not
getting drunk, just by – staring
at her.
She can't see me like I see her.
I want to stomp up on the dining table,
then burn the kitchen sink down
and scream ****** hell to the land and sky
for making her and I
as things not made for each other.
She plays around with her mouth on mine.
She holds me like a sister, and kisses me like a pet.
I melt with every moment I get.
She will never love me.
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