i will make you hate me eventually.
boys like you always
falling
and stumbling around the edge of my bed
on early sunday mornings,
the break of sunrise cascading off
your pale skin and
crumpled boxer briefs.
i will make you loathe me eventually.
especially remembering those
long coffee dates,
after swinging on park benches
and letting our limbs get tangled.
so cup my tiny face in your big hands,
and let me look into your eyes
and tell you all the things you need to hear.
because i will make you distain,
disgust,
and aspire
to rip me apart.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 1:59 PM UTC
i will make you hate me eventually.
boys like you always
falling
and stumbling around the edge of my bed
on early sunday mornings,
the break of sunrise cascading off
your pale skin and
crumpled boxer briefs.
i will make you loathe me eventually.
especially remembering those
long coffee dates,
after swinging on park benches
and letting our limbs get tangled.
so cup my tiny face in your big hands,
and let me look into your eyes
and tell you all the things you need to hear.
because i will make you distain,
disgust,
and aspire
to rip me apart.
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