Feb 2015
as much as i loathe the familiarity of your frame
i can't help but be mesmurized by your face
the look of your lips and the shape they take
as you wrestle the bottle to death
i confess
it's something i dream of
as the nightmares change their shapes
i can't help but be mesmurized by your face
the look of your lips and the shape they take
as you wrestle the bottle to death
i confess
it's something i dream of
as the nightmares change their shapes
**** love. ("love".) **** whiskey on the rocks. **** stale smoke and heartache.
**** the fact that after eight years, you're still mooshed in the corners of my mind, like washing machine molested chewing gum, in the depths of my favorite denim pockets.
for you, and the unending hours we've spent whispering to each other not-so-secrets
over the thrum of a neon juke-box.
**** the fact that after eight years, you're still mooshed in the corners of my mind, like washing machine molested chewing gum, in the depths of my favorite denim pockets.
for you, and the unending hours we've spent whispering to each other not-so-secrets
over the thrum of a neon juke-box.
