You know I don't like it *****
I keep my freak for the streets.
You know it's just
pull the duvet over my head
so it's just you and me
hidden in this little space.
It's the voice you make
when you want to stay on the phone.
Softened, gentle
oh-so-lovely
the look you give me in the half light
misty, half closed eyes,
turned up corners of your mouth.
How can I love you this much
and yet
not at all?
In this comfortable way
like a best friend
or a husband.
It's not exciting at all
and definitely not rewarding
but I care far too little about myself to stop it
and love you too much to change it.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
You know I don't like it *****
I keep my freak for the streets.
You know it's just
pull the duvet over my head
so it's just you and me
hidden in this little space.
It's the voice you make
when you want to stay on the phone.
Softened, gentle
oh-so-lovely
the look you give me in the half light
misty, half closed eyes,
turned up corners of your mouth.
How can I love you this much
and yet
not at all?
In this comfortable way
like a best friend
or a husband.
It's not exciting at all
and definitely not rewarding
but I care far too little about myself to stop it
and love you too much to change it.
