i want to be done.
i want to be held.
by you, or you.
and some days
i only give the smallest **** which.
come on, one of you.
both of you.
be men, have tough conversations.
instead of tough reputations and soft hands.
just to have some certainty.
to know the difference
between my imagination and
your affections.
i am not altogether transparent
but you can see my hurt,
or desperation. whichever.
it's in my eyes the same as it's in yours.
we share demons, we three.
but you two, you hold
a sword each.
so slay them and save me.
or leave me.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 3:06 AM UTC
i want to be done.
i want to be held.
by you, or you.
and some days
i only give the smallest **** which.
come on, one of you.
both of you.
be men, have tough conversations.
instead of tough reputations and soft hands.
just to have some certainty.
to know the difference
between my imagination and
your affections.
i am not altogether transparent
but you can see my hurt,
or desperation. whichever.
it's in my eyes the same as it's in yours.
we share demons, we three.
but you two, you hold
a sword each.
so slay them and save me.
or leave me.
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