I'm sorry not sorry But I think you thought that stale moldy crumb growing some green shit on the edges would be enough to feed me That half formed thought that you said with your eyes all glowing and half open looking clear and somehow pure would be enough to entice me That kiss you ended in the middle to talk about I cannot remember what would be enough to hold me over until the next one That my arms aching the morning after from holding you so tightly would hold on interminably I think you might have mistakenly believed that I'd be down for waiting for the person you seemed like See my dear - when I was your age I could have run circles miles, around this bull shit the game player bull shit artist to end all bull shit artists but that is a fake life and I am so utterly done with that now So if all you have is partial kisses, and some vague, abstract need to be free horse sh...
you gave me a white, hard shell from the sea A salmon colored shirt that smells like you and stories of swimming across an ocean to save drowning dogs from imminent death though sometimes your mouth spews meanness and I run from you in a thunderstorm wishing you would be who you were when you forgot what you thought you knew i miss your mouth and the way you smell
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