She comes over on Wednesdays. She walks into my room like a question that neither one of us has the courage to ask. Y’know sometimes, words, they get too heavy to sit on the ivory pedestals that we’ve built inside of our mouths. Y’know sometimes, our actions, they join hands and they become behaviors that are too complicated for lips to say out loud, so instead, we just liberate our flesh letting skin speak on our behalf, the language of those who are just as afraid of commitment as they are of being alone and we speak it like it’s our native tongue.
Be silent in a group of people
See what they reveal to you.
You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.
I want to be
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night.
I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.