Almost

March 8, 2016
sybilka

I could be everything that you ever wanted-

I sit well and I swell with the fever that you savor-

but you will be like the rest-

you will want until you waste away into

me

and then you will turn soft hand into heavy

we could live with hands outside of the car doors

we could forget that we ever

did

those

things .

Because I showed you mine, you showed me yours

We could live under the heavy of 11 a.m. eyeliner and the crush

of your hope to hold something better

I brought you skin and we both loved the hair off

 


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