want it? Do you really really want it?
Does it crawl on your skin, make you itch?
Does it fuck you up well? Every day, every fucking day?
Does it have a hundred tiny feet chattering on your brain,
slinking by? Or does it slither?
Slimy lubricated scales dragging
into your ears, sucking on the smooth membranes of your body.
The insect licks you, it chews on you, it wants you.
It murmurs and whispers, it sticks out its tongue and wipes
its little lies on you.
Do you want it? How badly?
What are you willing to do?
Will you let it eat you alive?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
love.
I see her and look at her and listen to her
and it feels like I fall for her over and over again
It doesn't move with the sluggish ambition of an hour or the slightly perturbed indecisiveness of a second, but rather in between. My love for her inches ever forward by the minute. I tell her I love her and I feel like the words evaporate in the air, I kiss her an 'I love you' and it feels too quick. Is it enough to feel and know? Today on the couch on stage left it felt like love. Love was holding my hand. Love kept me feeling so excited to be cheek to cheek with her. Love made the ceiling look enormous and elegant. Love made me look at her and love made me continue to look at her.
If this is how it feels, I've never truly experienced love before her. I can reminisce every touch of hers on my skin, I can hear her voice. I try to stop myself from being so absurd about it all. I try to stop myself from being flustered and needy, but I can't help it. I just don't know how else to go about it all. Am I in love, or am I really this crazy?
She's amazing, whether or not I look at her with love smudged eyes. Everyone knows how wonderful she is, everyone. I'm so glad I'm just a someone who fell in love with a someone though. I'm so glad that someone is her.
and it feels like I fall for her over and over again
It doesn't move with the sluggish ambition of an hour or the slightly perturbed indecisiveness of a second, but rather in between. My love for her inches ever forward by the minute. I tell her I love her and I feel like the words evaporate in the air, I kiss her an 'I love you' and it feels too quick. Is it enough to feel and know? Today on the couch on stage left it felt like love. Love was holding my hand. Love kept me feeling so excited to be cheek to cheek with her. Love made the ceiling look enormous and elegant. Love made me look at her and love made me continue to look at her.
If this is how it feels, I've never truly experienced love before her. I can reminisce every touch of hers on my skin, I can hear her voice. I try to stop myself from being so absurd about it all. I try to stop myself from being flustered and needy, but I can't help it. I just don't know how else to go about it all. Am I in love, or am I really this crazy?
She's amazing, whether or not I look at her with love smudged eyes. Everyone knows how wonderful she is, everyone. I'm so glad I'm just a someone who fell in love with a someone though. I'm so glad that someone is her.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
I miss you
No amount of 3 hour long movies and Girl Scout Thin Mints can fix that.
No amount of sleeping and dreaming can fix that.
No amount of few and far between texts can fix that.
I just miss you.
Don't feel bad, it's just me being absolutely pathetic without you.
No amount of sleeping and dreaming can fix that.
No amount of few and far between texts can fix that.
I just miss you.
Don't feel bad, it's just me being absolutely pathetic without you.
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