SonnetThe trouble I'm in when I'm with you Is oppressing, here I'm out of my depth Treading water was never a strength, do You know, as you say, just who I am, breathe As one with me lying here in my bed And you in yours, alone yet here with me All the same you are the sea pulled in tides Ebbing and flowing, pushing and I see You have changed the reflection in the glass And on the rippled surface of water Trembling with the sound of music, the bass Is a heartbeat I feel through my fingers As I touch your mind with edges of mine I still don't find words for the lineSonnet
Sweet BoyIf I could I would stick your laugh in my pocket And carry it with me everywhere so that I could hear it whenever I needed to be happy....Sweet Boy
Vomitare you listening?"how come when i jerk off, i think of making love, but when i'm angry and limp, i think of fucking a girl numb?"are you listening?
"damn, i don't know. what about when you're sad?"
"i want every guy's cock to fall off so everybody's the same and we don't have to worry about attraction. i know that probably reminded her of him."
"wait, who are you talking about?"
"you don't know who they are? shit, me neither."
"are you alright?"
"no, i'm not alright. i'm vinnie. no, i'm a replica of him. i always have been from the very beginning. i'm the him that fills the void when he's not around.
fischer, club and song theatrei want to love so hard, that it's sad when it's sweet and it's sweet when it's sad.fischer, club and song theatre
to cry tears that fill her navel, as our hips hit with the most delicate strikes.
to feel so sick when i get upset, that i puke and collapse where i stand and tighten every muscle in my body like the poison is finally get- ting to my heart, or like i'm being struck by light- ning.
to forget where i am.
to never find the door to the way out of the library.
to rake broken polaroid lenses into a pile and
beginnings...
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