I enjoy being a slut for those who want to read me. I enjoy the companionship of warm fingertips massaging my spine and the thoughts of despair that run through the endless connections of the brain.
I wish to be kept in your pocket, under your hand, warm, moist and dark. I wish to be idolized, analyzed, placed under your pillow so I can hear your thoughts as dreams swarm your eyes.
I fear being smudged; being combined into one stream of charcoal that spells only words for "wind," and "mist." I fear seeping into your skin; seeping into rock, forced to create lines of history never to be seen except by myself.
I enjoy being a silent whore in the corner of a crowded room: the girl that is only interesting because of her smile and the look of intrigue in her eye.
I wish to be kept in your pocket, under your hand, warm, moist and dark. I wish to be idolized, analyzed, placed under your pillow so I can hear your thoughts as dreams swarm your eyes.
I fear being smudged; being combined into one stream of charcoal that spells only words for "wind," and "mist." I fear seeping into your skin; seeping into rock, forced to create lines of history never to be seen except by myself.
I enjoy being a silent whore in the corner of a crowded room: the girl that is only interesting because of her smile and the look of intrigue in her eye.
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downingolsen:
shitty moods suck...yeap they sure do
mikefool:
ok well who is this boy and what can I do to take his place?!?!?