gomez

i am hopeless and you are so far away and i haven't the stomach or the constitution for text message commitment.

though your words still seduce, i wonder what i can possibly offer, which is why my words, my own words, have stopped tip-toeing in your direction. cautious as they may have been, they have run scared at the prospect of dazzling you. which i will never do.

i'm alone. and i'm drinking. and i'm digging into the bedrock that lines my grave with fingers that won't. start. bleeding. no matter what i do to them.






i'm never here anymore. it holds little interest. i want friends i can touch. i want friends i can see. i want a lot of things.