my body is still warm in the
places where you pressed
against me as you
****** out from my bones
any ounce of apathy
I might have had left
and my guts flutter
violently like a moth trapped in a glass box
and I can't wait
to never have to see you again
because I could love someone who is
seven times better than you
but right now
my waist can't stop remembering
the places your fingers sometimes liked to rest
I suspended my disbelief for you
but you forgot me somewhere
like a flea
behind the cigarettes and ******
behind the pretty girls who tease
behind the marrow in your knees
but some mornings, you wake up panicked
swollen with the sweat of something you might have once dreamed
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
my body is still warm in the
places where you pressed
against me as you
****** out from my bones
any ounce of apathy
I might have had left
and my guts flutter
violently like a moth trapped in a glass box
and I can't wait
to never have to see you again
because I could love someone who is
seven times better than you
but right now
my waist can't stop remembering
the places your fingers sometimes liked to rest
I suspended my disbelief for you
but you forgot me somewhere
like a flea
behind the cigarettes and ******
behind the pretty girls who tease
behind the marrow in your knees
but some mornings, you wake up panicked
swollen with the sweat of something you might have once dreamed
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