but it's d*mn
embarassing sometimes
when the wanting shows
how I need
your hands on mine
how I just want
your soft voice to call me
out of sleep
to drink coffee with you
while the sun wakes up
I am so good
at being alone
everybody tells me
until I remember
what it's like to be loved
and them I'm aching
all over again
then I'm calling you up
in the middle of the day
asking for something impossible
couldn't you come over?
couldn't you pretend
like I'm not altogether too much
just this afternoon?
—I lost a lover; I lost a bestfriend, and I'm still losing up today
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
an ocean of teardrops
PoesiaI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
