Don’t Tell My Boyfriend

Coming home inebriated
I thought of you and what you would taste like drowned in honey
And I thought this feeling could pass
But, love, it’s already been too long
I feel the aches in your body when you lie down to sleep
And your breathing doesn’t slow when you’re next to me
And I want to hold you and tell you how much I miss those lips
While your waist is hung on me
Hung
And that’s all I feel like I’ve been doing these days
Listening to Sappho
And looking at the person on the bench across from me, while reading Grosz
I keep diagnosing myself
I’m hung up on these loose definitions of love and why I act the way I am
Hung
On the idea that I am losing myself to my own ideals of you and I
Consider this when you see me next time:

I am not who I seem to be

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[PaintedBirdy]

I absolutely love this. thank you for sharing it. you hooked me in at line one. oh the things in my delusional internet mind that i wish i could be... :p yours truly, -MGarcon