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Hopin’ my mouth will stop tasting like glue
So I can dribble out my smudged mind
maybe then you’ll want me…
I should start taking pills filled with your flimsy paper printed with thick black ink
so I can mumble things which do not amuse me
Your tongue is familiar
But your mind is not
What will happen?
Not even the man is the sky knows
After all how could he?
He’s fake.
The smell of must and unspoken thoughts perfume your air
I can feel your breath; turning my shoulder blade to ice
ouch
A rush of blood travels to my face
Im sure it looks something like the inside of a strawberry:
White with pinkish blotches patched upon my cheeks
Its been a long time since we last laced our fingers together and yet it feels as if I never left.
I trace the three words on your palm hoping you decode them.
We are silent.
You don’t dare speak.
It makes me wonder if you still know who the fuck I am.
If you even care.
A blue light highlights my torso.
…
Quiet you say with a laugh
The buzz of an alarm reminds me that this was only temporary
I fumble in the dark looking for my clothes as you watch me.
I try to be charming, but my legs are like a tray of jello.
I can hear you thinking im a mess.
I think so too.
One last kiss sends me out into the night.
Alone with the harsh air stinging my heart and head.
I hope you call.
But i know you won’t
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My name is Annie. I live at a arts school I dance I happen to be sixteen Watch me go insane
