TheOneWhoLovesToEat

they sometimes tell us that love is forgetting ourselves but i cannot help but think of myself when you are near this town is not sleepy and yet sometimes i feel like we’re all under a spell muttered latin words roughly translated into football and sex and community colleges i believe the reason i am so entranced by you is that we both crave the same thing; to  l i v e and then all of a sudden i notice that tint of wanderlust in your eyes, and i as well start wishing for absurd things like freedom, and i as well am just a few galaxies away from curling my fingers around a one way plane ticket. sometimes i consider asking you how

i. tread noiselessly, and you become rabbitchild there is a strength in silence God hears your footsteps and counts your paces, maybe, but no one sees, no one speaks let it be, sweet destiny, let it have its way with you ;; (& your children) ii. i'm no architect, but hear me: i know a hieroglyphic when i see one and the writing's on the wall debutantes' young feathers won't save you now daddy knows best, always knows best iii. mama sings sad song when she braids warrior knots in your scalp and sends you to the war that is life

i want to burn all of your shit it is in the next room over i could run my fingers along the wood of your perfect, loving guitar caress it in my arms like you used to do to me and then take it to the back window of your fucking ugly red car it's not even that nice of a car you pretentious prick i could burn up that painting i made for you for christmas last year snap the dvd i bought you in half and use it to rip up your clothes i could wreck every single bit of you like you did to me and you keep doing you said you're not selfish that i was the only one to think so but you didn't even wait ONE FUCKING WEEK and i'm here starving as a stupid