I forgot
forget
what it feels like to land
without my hand
in your-----
I couldn't stand to hold it in (on) me
one
more
bite
and I made it stop before I started
coming
out
laughing
to stop the gasping
even though your breathing was
seething
and I could have gone
for
hours
picking your powers
like flowers
all third grade shit like
she hearts me
she hearts me not
check yes
or no
check check check.
all these days are feeling like milliseconds
billiseconds
trilliseconds
but I like spending them with your eyeliner smeared
across
my skin
in
the
highest of fashion
clashing
like I've never
smashed
crashed
before
and burning on your ice
is so fucking nice
twice
thrice
and every time
it happens again
and
again
until i'm sure that you're sure.
I'm for goddamn sure
that the holy
spirit
hears it
and
likes
the way we sound
here on the ground
because we found
a slice
of
something
dice
for
nothing
bullets in your
mind.
Please, just for my heart,
be kind.
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