i'm so miserably embarrassed by how unhappy this makes me

Smoker,
you are so beautifully fresh,
the plane of your wrist soft against the rigid brightness
of your cigarette.
Your lips are so small
around the butt,
so young,
like the belly of a tiny moist snail.
Your little wet spring lips
are beautiful
with smoke marking your breath;
beautiful,
quivering with
restraint
and
cold
and
something else.

the greatest offense you can pay a poet is loving him back

if i hadn't let you touch my tits, i never would have realized how amazing she is

so thank you, sir, for indirectly introducing me to someone i will likely miss more than my mother

thank you for fondling me

:)

fuck

i am such a faggot

why am i still sad over this

why did i trip over something i didn't even remember you saying

mother, i love you
i love you

but i do not care if you're comfortable with my decisions

they're my decisions, and they will not falter at your hands

i can't put your happiness before mine any longer
and
i'm not sorry

you've made me want you
or maybe not you specifically, but
you've made me want