I SUCK AT LIFE.
Well, I continue to be a fucking idiot. Fucking hooray for me. I'm a shitty person. I don't mean that strictly in terms of society's ethic and moral code, either. No, I'm just a shitty person. Everything I say and do and don't do seems to catapault you 30 lightyears away from me. Somebody save us, because we need saving. Please forgive me; I know not what I do. I'm pretty sure my foot is being riddled by bullets even as I speak.
Recycling this from a post that was like a year-and-a-half old.
I want to wake up where you are
I want your scent in my clothes,
Saturating every fiber
As of my being
Defying every detergent
I want your smell in my nostrils,
Every last cilium cello string
Vibrating and humming with eau de you,
Key of me
I want the grease of your thumbprints on my mirror
On my skin
I want your hair in my sink
Clogging my drains
Choking my vaccuum, asthmatic
Itching my face.
I want your dust on my dresser
In my powder, in my purse
In every capillary sack
Lacing every aveloum
In my lungs,
In my pillow.
I want your toenail clippings on my floor,
In the soles of my feet
I want my nails in your back,
and my back against your stomach.
I want your lint in my dryer
Your damp socks, fragrant
in my hamper.
Your wet towels soaking my bedspread
My wet towels drying, crumpled
on the floor,
on your side.
I want your arm on my side of the bed
My leg and my covers on yours
My goosebumps on your conscience.
Recycling this from a post that was like a year-and-a-half old.
I want to wake up where you are
I want your scent in my clothes,
Saturating every fiber
As of my being
Defying every detergent
I want your smell in my nostrils,
Every last cilium cello string
Vibrating and humming with eau de you,
Key of me
I want the grease of your thumbprints on my mirror
On my skin
I want your hair in my sink
Clogging my drains
Choking my vaccuum, asthmatic
Itching my face.
I want your dust on my dresser
In my powder, in my purse
In every capillary sack
Lacing every aveloum
In my lungs,
In my pillow.
I want your toenail clippings on my floor,
In the soles of my feet
I want my nails in your back,
and my back against your stomach.
I want your lint in my dryer
Your damp socks, fragrant
in my hamper.
Your wet towels soaking my bedspread
My wet towels drying, crumpled
on the floor,
on your side.
I want your arm on my side of the bed
My leg and my covers on yours
My goosebumps on your conscience.