Finally finished this last night
What is wrong with me
She has a cluster of freckles on her back in the shape of Cassiopeia; I kiss each one and worship them in turn, in the hope that they will lead me to Heaven. I tell her of my dreams, things that I’ve been guilty of, like the time I tried to cut free the butterflies cocooned in my wrists
(And) in that moment I know that I am bound. In the morning I kiss the sleep from her eyelashes, suck the lethargy from her soul; (never) will there be anything more true than this: that tickle that causes me to sharply inhale, pulling (it) up between my teeth, a whisper of a smile tracing its way indelibly across my lips.
It’s not like we’re young any more, so why do we act like this: I push and you pull, and in the end we’re just (torn). And so we unravel, like the time I cut a hole in your favourite sweater, and told you, you only needed me to keep you warm. Breaking at the seams and you feel hard-done-by, and I’m always reminding you of when you were beautiful, so you think I was only there for the fair Weather.
Friend, I held your hand through the darkest of days, sat on your floor when you said you didn’t want anyone to touch you, but I had been touched, by you. So my knees are bent, just pleading for your Grace, I swear nothing between us was unholy, all I ever asked for was a little time, seven minutes of you holding me.
Me and Lotty
and Kisses from a lovely girl please. thankums.