I'm a ***** for hopeful words
And a ***** to anything true,
This is why I stayed and slept
With you-
The loneliness of your skin
Bumping against
The desperation of myself,
bold( 3am, eight months later )
Still feels like perfection
In bleached briefs.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
I'm a ***** for hopeful words
And a ***** to anything true,
This is why I stayed and slept
With you-
The loneliness of your skin
Bumping against
The desperation of myself,
bold( 3am, eight months later )
Still feels like perfection
In bleached briefs.
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