#thelanguage

To surmise, time moves in a bizarre fashion, and I apologize to my audience of three people for my laxness of punctuality. To surmise further, always listen to birds.

When you fuck me, intellectually.

When it's 2am and we've been talking for hours, drunk off of conversation and too much vodka.

I watch words drip from your lips.

You are not tongue tied, you're linguistically elegant.

Your words flow through me, like a few too many shots.

I wanted to say something, but I forgot when I got lost in your lips.

Lost in your kiss, thinking about what you could do with those hips.

Lost thinking about your finger tips on my skin.

Thinking about how you'd feel within.

You are within and without.

You know how to use your tongue, no doubt.

I mean for speaking- I mean more languages than one.

Your words fuck me, so good.

I feel it between my thighs.

I feel it in the look in your eyes.

I want to listen to you endlessly.

“7.February. 2021

Dan untuk bisa berteman, terkadang aku harus mengalah hanya untuk menyenangkan mereka. Aku harus menjadi apa yang mereka mau agar aku dapat menjadi teman mereka. Aku harus menjadi orang lain dan bukan menjadi diriku sendiri agar mereka dapat menerimaku sebagai teman mereka. Aku harus mengikuti apa yang mereka mau dan bagaimana mereka tanpa mau tau apa yang sebenarnya ku inginkan dan bagaimana aku.  Aku melakukan semuanya, hanya agar aku bisa berteman. Aku tidak ingin kesepian hingga aku harus mengalah pada apa yang salah.