My mind is a stuffed disease
through clouded eyes and
my face feels faint and shallow.
Quiet hands and drooling lids;
slo
bb
er.
Broken confidence
through months of solitude
hidden feelings that showed their presence
between self doubt.
The way she smiles
or the way she looks at you
how every girl wants a boy to look at her.
I know she wants
me
to stretch hands;
titillating.
I swallow
nerves and puke.
Disgorged in my throat,
she sat.
Smiling up at me,
her face so hopeful,
her hands stretched
like mine once stretched to him.
Away she walks beyond my mind
frisking her feet,
nuzzled in.
I want to keep her.
Hold her against my chest
and live like primary school kids.
In single beds
with christian hands
looking for God
in paper notebooks.
That extended grip,
and I don’t know how to touch her
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
My mind is a stuffed disease
through clouded eyes and
my face feels faint and shallow.
Quiet hands and drooling lids;
slo
bb
er.
Broken confidence
through months of solitude
hidden feelings that showed their presence
between self doubt.
The way she smiles
or the way she looks at you
how every girl wants a boy to look at her.
I know she wants
me
to stretch hands;
titillating.
I swallow
nerves and puke.
Disgorged in my throat,
she sat.
Smiling up at me,
her face so hopeful,
her hands stretched
like mine once stretched to him.
Away she walks beyond my mind
frisking her feet,
nuzzled in.
I want to keep her.
Hold her against my chest
and live like primary school kids.
In single beds
with christian hands
looking for God
in paper notebooks.
That extended grip,
and I don’t know how to touch her
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