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thanks, i guess

by @underwhere

thank you kyler, you were my first right in the back seat of your car first in front of my house at two am and then later in a grocery store parking lot a few blocks down with foggy windows and clothes that took a while to find again I only told you I loved you when you thrust inside of me with new car smell and broken condoms. You pinned me up against your car in the parking lot of stadium thrift way. baptized my neck with hickeys after I cried about issues with my dad. I broke your heart I guess i'm not that sorry thank you Donald, I fell for you sneaking over to your house or up to my bedroom or on every couch in my living room even in a public park the first time we kissed, we stood in my empty living room. you made fun of me for standing on my toes. I fed you leftover Thai food as we snuck kisses in the kitchen and then crawled out on the porch. I sat in your lap. you put your hand between my legs. you felt more experienced and more apathetic, making me feel small and childish you thought you had taken my virginity, but you had just taken an old phone charger and a yellow hat you told me through a text 'I just don't see where this is going' thank you Cassius, with shocking white hair. infatuation isn't a word strong enough. 'don't u know vandalism is illegal?' id say. you hid a smile when you caught my eyes in the back of jacob's show you'd say 'what can I give u for a cigarette? a lighter, 50 cents, or a kiss?' we almost did it in the back of your friends car with your cock out, your friends came back in and we threw a coat over your lap sneaking into a construction site, I sat on a dusty shelf and you fucked me I left my scrunchie on the ground in there, and you pulled out and came on it I never got it back you said once 'I'm always sad, and whenever Im happy I just get more sad' sneaking into your bathroom turning the shower on pushing me up against a wall I liked the way you held my hands and wrapped me in your arms. sneaking my fingers into yours and you responded eagerly. out of breath, you'd say 'I need a cigarette'
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Feb 19, 2015
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