bare thighs distract you from my white lies
bright light, blinds you
like the rope that binds you to my bed
you hang your head
pretending to not like this beating
but any regrets soon are fleeting.
i tear out of my skin and into you
done so fast i fall right through
i'm underneathe you, below the floor
if i could, i'd beg for more
this is the religion
tied up in ribbons and glitter
too drunk to be bitter
nudity is new propriety
down with society
down with down with
down with you, down with me.
this almost
is what it should be but we could never get there
flailing
i like chicken noodle soup without the chicken. double noodle soup. yep. it.s yummy. and minute maid popsicles. mmm. and yogurt. makes my throat feel better. oh and hot tea. i.m livin. the high life.
but who knows, im winging it.
I'll assume you're honest. If you call me egotistical, my complement, then wouldn't that make you just the same? The world's not out to get you, neither am I. If you assume what I said was entirely self-indulgent, wouldn't you then be the one to judge? I could do this all day, I won't though, and I promise you then this is my last word. If I had known you were unstable, and not just temporarily full of shit, then I wouldn't have offered.
i live in the land of plastic beads.
uhh nevermind, this is a comment gone wild.
:-/