Pictures to be Lost IIIIPictures to be Lost II
Step on my feet you say as I dance on the cold cement and I stop and look at you. Just do it you say and you open up your arms and body to me. I can feel the seams of your sneakers on my feet. I feel like we're snakes with our tails intertwined, rearing our heads back, ready to strike. I hold onto your waist and you put a hand on my back. You take another drag from your cigarette and before you can hold it out and away from me because I've already said I hate when people smoke, I grab your hand and pull it to my face. I take a drag while you watch me. I thought you didn't smoke you say and put your arm
Pictures to be Lost IIPictures to be Lost I
Your eyes shine from the light of the television. You stare into me and only empty scenes play in your eyes.
Your lips are still open from the kiss I just broke and the room is completely silent, even with the tv on.
I can’t see the bed underneath you— it’s just you and your long hair that’s been getting in my mouth all night, winding its way around your neck and my fingers until I push it away and you pull it back.
I sit back and rest on your stomach. Your pulse is so str
i'm in no mood this time
Uneasy
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BOOT TO THE HEAD!
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BOOT TO THE HEAD!
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