To become something better.
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Friday, December 30, 2016
Towels should always be warm
1; I like him.
2; he's mostly easy.
3; there might be something wrong with me.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
I want you
To want me the way
My stomach drops in
Inches fluttering,
Recalling your quasi-affectionate
Hand absent from my knee,
Or the salt bitter scent of
Your cum on my cheek;
With the familiar burn of foolish tears
Of self-loathing, blinked back
Into the streetlights home;
Craving your disaffected touch,
The distance tangible, and the way I
Imagine a professional stranger carries out his craft, a job well done;
Always regretting the solitary goodbye at your door, you lay contentedly warm as I let myself out.
I want you to want me.
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