Night. All over his body.
Lithium lingers on the tongue.
Slow motion crawl into bed,
nothing for dinner except sleep.
His gaze. Colder than
the chill of a refrigerator.
He tells me he’d rather die
than **** me tonight.
Grabbing the fat that clings
under my chin, he tells me,
“Once I learn to love myself,
I promise I’ll love you next.”
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
Night. All over his body.
Lithium lingers on the tongue.
Slow motion crawl into bed,
nothing for dinner except sleep.
His gaze. Colder than
the chill of a refrigerator.
He tells me he’d rather die
than **** me tonight.
Grabbing the fat that clings
under my chin, he tells me,
“Once I learn to love myself,
I promise I’ll love you next.”
