#strangesparrow

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If I remember correctly the way that it felt to be really filled and to feel skin on skin on skin on soft sheets, come be soft with me I meant to beg but I'm forgetting I hope you never forget me curls of white smoke wrap my tongue inside my cotton mouth like kissing I think strangesparrow

the strict master, anxiety, overcomes my tongue not quite as kind as quiet breast or the sweetest heart ever caught in claw-mired phobia my ever present prescience and nestling unrest in my digits my "forget" fidget suckling idly, solitary a walking syndrome regret always following me to my knees let me leave you, please athirst, earnestly honest and probably a difficult patient ama: lapping at disease I haven't quite worked my way to goodbye

I covet the grueling inevitability of your flesh on my flesh I will not be distracted or ashamed for wanting my own skin stung or afraid of trusting my own choked tears knees torn and my breath run ragged when you at last are the hitch in my lungs my last breath now taste oblivion, there's nothing left

This is my favorite part of sin-

I will break your heart  and make it look like an accident at least, that's the way I felt  when I woke up alone again I slept hot like a fever, despair swathed across me- an itchy blanket that I can never quite soften I figure she was an easy target but I can't swallow that down past the lump in my throat that says, "Honey, no one's an easier target than you." Indeed. That's probably true. I think of checking my phone,  weigh the possibilities: you saying you're still in love with me or you saying nothing- both, equally degrading I think you think I'm into it, the way you want to own me but you'll never actually take me home I've started sleeping in pants again, which makes me sad, but a bitch gets cold