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☆☆ in 1996, Bridget Jones lamented about the seduction of the informality of messaging mediums. clearly, we haven’t learnt much since ☆☆

| I Can’t Be Trusted to Text Appropriately | KMBG |

Are your words real 

if your tongue never forms them? Does it count 

if the air doesn’t vibrate with the thrill of it all? 

Of us. Of the game we’ve made of deceit.

Tell me there’s such a thing as platonic arousal.

Placate me. Sorry, what I meant was fuck you. 

I think you feel similarly about me, wishfully. 

I don’t think we know how to be. We’ve always lived 

and died on messy boundaries and still, every now

and then we splash paint around, leaving handprints in lieu 

of responsible lines. If God's a foreman, 

he's running out of tolerance for our claims of ignorance. 

Each time, our skin stains faster. We know better now, and less 

of each other. Are they my words now? 

Sure, it’ll only be a few years before 

one of us digs our fingernails in and begins 

to chip away at new cracks in that same ridiculous paint. Again. 

You consume me

Once again i long for you

I want to be close to you

Be a part of your heart

A shard of your soul

Can you feel it too?

Can you feel that something’s missing?

I firmly believe that I’m just unlucky

In this life, I will never truly know you

Yeah, I know what the fuck I just said

For some reason, I cant get her outta my head

Fiending for her like a cigarette

She's got my world turned upside down

And I haven't met her yet

Been too depressed

hit reject and disconnect

I must confess, in retrospect

I've done this before without success

Battery low, 10 percent

Looking cute on the Gram

To me she's a perfect 10

Karma Camille-lion

Hope to speak to you again

You came into my life

At such a strange time

When we meet face to face

I hope our eyes lock on sight

I hope the moon is full and bright

And we stay up talking all night

Maybe we can watch the sun rise

Or get lost in your eyes

However the universe decides

I hope it crosses our paths

FYI, you're in for a surprise

Will you be my valentine in the month of July

Did I tell you how excited I was when you finally replied?

Hypnotized, so mesmerized

Can we chill at your house?

Will you invite me inside?

I promise to be a perfect gentleman

I promise to be polite

Grrl, you got me feeling butterflies

For the first time, in a long time

I can't wait to look into your eyes

Placing my hand on your thigh

We can keep it on the down low

Heavy breathing, would you mind taking it slow?

Don't mean to be too crass

instead,

he pours out tunes and harmonies

followed by a gentle strum of guitar

humming to songs of love at first sight

he pours out lyrics of passion,

profound love, and silent confessions

singing infront of faceless crowd of people

hoping someday— one day,

for a pair of auburn eyes to finally notice

his yearning heart

and the unspoken multitude in his mind

Should I reach out to you again?

Then I ask my self

What good does it do?

You want to get hurt again?

So let me lay here until it does

Because the way you look at me in this bed

Makes me hope there is a tomorrow

And a next day