1.
Firsts can never change,
But they can most certainly
Oh, be forgotten.
2.
Do not say my name.
Say my name again—say hers.
This time: I dare you.
3.
When I stripped you of
Your faith, I had asked you if
God was still watching.
4.
Perhaps flirtation—
Music taste, or lucky liquor.
Perhaps loneliness.
5.
Never spoke a word,
Until substance set us free
Upon each other.
6.
We were nothing more
Than slutty dancing, slurred words,
And a messy bed.
7.
Sleep—an illusion.
I start to wonder if you,
Love, were one as well.
8.
I was more to you
In one night—than you were to
Me in seven years
9.
Little golden boy:
How can you hate the whole world
Yet say you love me?
10.
I was sick, alone.
You were not special—just there.
Still sick. Still alone.
11.
I stole from God again.
You were young, and I— Oh, I
Just want to stargaze
12.
Smoke green under green—
sweat under sheets—broken bones—
Blood on hardwood floors.
13.
Hands can hold tightly.
Skin can connect easily.
Words can lie sweetly.
14.
You have green eyes, and—
soft hands, and— loving skin, and—
Nothing I deserve
15.
Let's talk about ***
Let's talk about love. Let's talk
About the sadness
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
1.
Firsts can never change,
But they can most certainly
Oh, be forgotten.
2.
Do not say my name.
Say my name again—say hers.
This time: I dare you.
3.
When I stripped you of
Your faith, I had asked you if
God was still watching.
4.
Perhaps flirtation—
Music taste, or lucky liquor.
Perhaps loneliness.
5.
Never spoke a word,
Until substance set us free
Upon each other.
6.
We were nothing more
Than slutty dancing, slurred words,
And a messy bed.
7.
Sleep—an illusion.
I start to wonder if you,
Love, were one as well.
8.
I was more to you
In one night—than you were to
Me in seven years
9.
Little golden boy:
How can you hate the whole world
Yet say you love me?
10.
I was sick, alone.
You were not special—just there.
Still sick. Still alone.
11.
I stole from God again.
You were young, and I— Oh, I
Just want to stargaze
12.
Smoke green under green—
sweat under sheets—broken bones—
Blood on hardwood floors.
13.
Hands can hold tightly.
Skin can connect easily.
Words can lie sweetly.
14.
You have green eyes, and—
soft hands, and— loving skin, and—
Nothing I deserve
15.
Let's talk about ***
Let's talk about love. Let's talk
About the sadness
I regret nothing of my life.
Written about fifteen people who I'm told are supposed to mean something to me.
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