I don’t
want to **** you. I want
to be in the same room
with you.
there is
something about you
that reminds me of myself.
yellow mayonnaise
and a pickle. that’s all that was left
after you left.
you thought I’d **** you.
you didn’t leave a note.
you left
that dress
hanging like a blue skeleton
in the closet. a green pickle
and a blue dress. I hold it up
to the disinfectant of sunlight.
smell it as I close my eyes.
I want you here
trapped in honey or amber
but when I look
you are no longer
in this
room.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
I don’t
want to **** you. I want
to be in the same room
with you.
there is
something about you
that reminds me of myself.
yellow mayonnaise
and a pickle. that’s all that was left
after you left.
you thought I’d **** you.
you didn’t leave a note.
you left
that dress
hanging like a blue skeleton
in the closet. a green pickle
and a blue dress. I hold it up
to the disinfectant of sunlight.
smell it as I close my eyes.
I want you here
trapped in honey or amber
but when I look
you are no longer
in this
room.
