june first
laurie. fucking seriously or whatever. we play, trying to remember each other. its a sick habit of squeezing our own bodies acting like they are each other's. her body, her arms, her back, cheeks, ribs: i can feel them all in my own. and i motion nuzzles pretending, believing she is there to feel them. close eyes. drag up as my nose catches in her eye socket. damp breaths. cross your leg over her body, bend your leg back over her ankle. pull closer. close eyes, bury your face in her mouth, drag up. smile. her nose crosses over your face. smile.
when did best friends become so familiar? i love her. no. no. definitely not. "it hurts me," what laury? never again. she holds herself. its michael. not the arms, the body. no one cares about being held. its about holding someone else. everyone cares about being held. best friends best together. best what?
when did best friends become so familiar? i love her. no. no. definitely not. "it hurts me," what laury? never again. she holds herself. its michael. not the arms, the body. no one cares about being held. its about holding someone else. everyone cares about being held. best friends best together. best what?