you love your friends,
and you love them, you do
and your bones rely
on every cog and screwyou reorganise the cupboards and cry a bit
you are very unsure why
you stare at the patterns on your hands
there is something empty insideyou've stolen my breath
and i want it back
i've fallen for what i'm convinced you are
waiting to pick up the slackyour sister made you a sock bunny
it's your best goddamn friend
you love whatever's real
but whatever's real endsyou've stolen my breath
and i want it back
i've fallen for what i'm convinced you are
waiting to pick up the slack
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YOU ARE READING
pink bath.
Poetrymother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]