I have weeks where I want to be out every day until the sky is painted charcoal with the last flares of the sun's hug
I have weeks where I want to stay inside every day because I'm barraged by human interaction and I need more air for my social lungs
But I'll never regret to answer your text
Call you when I'm in distress
Or invite you over to help me undress
To feel your lips connect with my pores
So that when you leave I'll miss you more
Than I ever did the day before
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I have weeks where I want to be out every day until the sky is painted charcoal with the last flares of the sun's hug
I have weeks where I want to stay inside every day because I'm barraged by human interaction and I need more air for my social lungs
But I'll never regret to answer your text
Call you when I'm in distress
Or invite you over to help me undress
To feel your lips connect with my pores
So that when you leave I'll miss you more
Than I ever did the day before
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