Saturday, March 16, 2013

for a genius you are kind of 
dumb.

occasionally everything about love
makes me nauseous-
the heaviness of them 
in your mouth
like sweet sweat in the morning
just a few degrees too hot.


but i want you to burn me
up.

your fear makes you beautiful which speaks to how
strange 
we both are. 

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