ive kissed him more times in this room than my own, on made beds and drunk on floors, outside in the hallway Clean sinks and washing dishes, these pristine undergrounds. Sterile lighting, talking through window screens. I get insecure, loving you. And I give myself up too easily. Before I speak, the only thing I fear is myself, not now but in another time, losing you to my own accord. Je ne demande jamais d’aide, et je ne suis pas sur, avant de t’aimer. Lentement les saisons changent, nous les regardons reorganiser. Garde moi pres, a l’abri, laisse toi a code de moi. Les jours vieillissent, avoir mon coeur. Prends ton temps. . . Only kisses became black and blue, the softness replaced hands around my neck im carrying this weight with me, I want to disappear Into open pages, closed palettes Quitting teams, Games on hills on corners of campus Stories running through the woods, falling down hills Language of color, language of silence Speak in actions of the unseen
Shift the scales It’s like your ghost is still haunting torn down renevations Tunnel vision triangulating geometric form I know you don't know In these hours of golden illuminated spaces Houses of trees without leaves L’heure d’or, la lavende dans l’aire paint my words in open air Donc je ne peux pas resister Leave your ghost, You are gold to me Empty fluorescent lines illuminate blank fabric Writing on projection glass walls Numbers and letters and baggy clothes and I don’t deserve to be writing any of this Im writing in front of you but can't bring the words to my lips