quasi_sean

i will fold you up and you can be my origami love complete w/the tears the whispers and we can adopt fourteen lovely albino children with chronic nosebleeds and eating disorders and we can go to the park--swing, swing, and then let go--propel ourselves into the air and be the birdies for only seconds before we hit the ground and shatter like the water that surrounds my brain and leaves me wandering around w/an erection and searching for coffee that i will never drink, but it's good to have around just in case you try and sleep and forget the words that have buried themselves behind my lips and i look into your eyes and see forever that smells like tomorrow that just might be better if you never leave------

tell me you'll love me and i will make you smile and please be happy and even if i leave hanging in the closet w/a cloud of Marlboro smoke around my head or my wrists split heavenly in the porcelain tub and Billie Holiday crooning about the Gloomy Sunday---please just still be happy and i will be the ghost that kisses your cheek every evening while you sleep.

i can't imagine a better love....
then the one that i may know. tomorrow. or the next day.