mustard1234

wheres the glass im breaking, honey im just tryna dance different drums. play counterpoint. keep steady beat above the noise. or at least the best we can. i dig how your pieces cut my lips a bit as i try to take 'em in. how much more fun it was til he figured out how much of her got stained on hands and skin in the swollensweethickeyesclosedark whispers of danger beneath the wet but i cant seem to show you, babe that i aint got no weapons. touch hot hearts good hell with the other stuff hard pressed, fresh starched sheets stacked and muffling perfectly good sound. found the wrong side of the rebel fire that i had to love to touch go. out to your deserts. your own way to find it. you know i love the way you look i think i mispronounce your heart. not sure what you heard but all i said was "baby, how you shine."

@ above: damn.

Do you hold her at night? You didn't hold me that much. ...when I come to think of it. I was always holding you. So happy to be doing so that I didn't notice you never ever held me.

I love you. Still. Even though you were too much of a douchebag to ever listen to Jill Scott with me. Even though your selfish and brotastic simple azz dictionary doesn't expand to cover the syntax of how deeply I loved you. Even though you never gave it back with the same ring to it. I still know what I felt. And the only consolation I have is, one day, someone might be worth it. If I can ever drum it up again. I still, though. Still. Kinda always.

I still love you. I don't care. I still do. I'm sorry you looked so puzzled when I told you that. It's my only hope that I either never have someone land on my soul like you did...or that I do so that I can somehow forget you. Can't tell yet. I know I still love you, though.