*(I think I fell in love in the back of a theater
foreign languages on the screen-
mourning dew in your eyes.)*
Empty bars encourage the best conversation
in the dead of winter
when nobodies feel the most alive.
they order Irish coffees and Old Fashions
to remind them of the
grandfathers they never knew, while we talk
and covet the ****** hair of exotic men.
*(I always awake feeling close to you
and then go to bed
disintegrated by distance- by need
love is always easier when your face is numb
having mistook the blemishes its supposed to hide
for forbidden fruit within the promised land.)*
there's a depressed bartender talking to
a manic patron,
reminding me to visit my parents soon.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
*(I think I fell in love in the back of a theater
foreign languages on the screen-
mourning dew in your eyes.)*
Empty bars encourage the best conversation
in the dead of winter
when nobodies feel the most alive.
they order Irish coffees and Old Fashions
to remind them of the
grandfathers they never knew, while we talk
and covet the ****** hair of exotic men.
*(I always awake feeling close to you
and then go to bed
disintegrated by distance- by need
love is always easier when your face is numb
having mistook the blemishes its supposed to hide
for forbidden fruit within the promised land.)*
there's a depressed bartender talking to
a manic patron,
reminding me to visit my parents soon.
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