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touch and tell: my two favourite senses. take turns being the on-switch. because she is the kind of beautiful that only works in natural light. mother's compulsion becomes my consolation. picking at every blemish... imperfection. draw your hands over the landmarks and pause at the strangest one.
the brain is such a fallable computer. if the brain can build it, the brain can be it. let me be my potential. make my head a slow creek. the kind of undertow that pulls at toes and smoothes over stones underneath... just enough to catch the ridges.
"there's a lonelyness that makes my heart beat like an empty low bell." i want a friend.. a cuddle buddy.. use your hands to cover the cracks where my fingers can't press an empty heart. push on it like a damper pedal and use a low voice to whsiper the sandess. people always say the first bit is the hardest... but new people are always interested in what you say you are. it's what they see that matters most. tell me you see sincerity. you see close cuddles without that awkward "does she know what i want?" just be my friend. and someone who knows.
you make them wait until they crave you. i want this sore throat to say show me where you bruise easiest.
"my arms were your favourite sweater"
the brain is such a fallable computer. if the brain can build it, the brain can be it. let me be my potential. make my head a slow creek. the kind of undertow that pulls at toes and smoothes over stones underneath... just enough to catch the ridges.
"there's a lonelyness that makes my heart beat like an empty low bell." i want a friend.. a cuddle buddy.. use your hands to cover the cracks where my fingers can't press an empty heart. push on it like a damper pedal and use a low voice to whsiper the sandess. people always say the first bit is the hardest... but new people are always interested in what you say you are. it's what they see that matters most. tell me you see sincerity. you see close cuddles without that awkward "does she know what i want?" just be my friend. and someone who knows.
you make them wait until they crave you. i want this sore throat to say show me where you bruise easiest.
"my arms were your favourite sweater"