Wednesday, August 24, 2005

i thought of a million nice things to do to you today.
bring you a nice chocolate cake.
attempt to bake it.
wash your plates.
try to make a beautiful star.
smile and not pms.

i hate silence and space.three hundred letters to you i'll never give.its more of a self reflection thing.so it came out like fuck.thats just depressing haha.lips were red and i wonder why.absolutely weird.action vague totally hate that.seriously,youre such a jumper.i hope you jump jump jump off the cliff.so i changed the skin.i still hate it though.
i actually feel this intensity not as in the moment but as in general.oh,i miss you so.

come home and we'll crawl under the covers together.listen to each others breathing.i'd like to feel your lnog limbs wrapped around me,your hand between my tighs,your breath on the back of my neck,i'll take time with you,supress my hunger so that i can feel you,feel what you want.can you imagine anything making you happier?i cant.all i want right now isnt even sex.or even kissing.i could be twelve,i could be eighty.the feeling of your fingers tracing up my arm,along my neck breaks me completely and there i am:yours.on the verge of telling you "i love you"when nothing has even happened.and god,i wish you were here.we have everynight to spend together.we have forever or at least until you recede from me.i can feel you pulsing through my blood right now,can you beleive it?