in that bitter black, rolling and fumbling with hopes' bloodied fingers tugging at strings of dead love in daylight's gutless glare, eyes looking inward, lightless and ******.
what did you think, girl? that the curve of your back would blind me to that slack in your jaw? that your mouth-hanging oh-so-clever would leave me dumb with desire?
well, good for you, ******.
here i am, near two years down and **** your ****** eyes and
yes
i still choose you, poor brainless dumb-**** girl, you and your legs,