Sometimes? I mean all the time. I like closeness. I fucking crave closeness. And when I get it, I instantly need that person. I just want the warmth. And that gets me in all kinds of trouble.
A mouth full of pearls,
And lungs bloated with love.
Under your ribcage the hummingbird sighs:
“The empty places between your fingers
can easily be filled.”
I thought of you. That was the last movie we saw together, wasn’t it.
Why can’t we be friends anymore? People who like each other but are rejected can still be friends. It’s slow and lagging, two steps ahead suddenly turns into four back - but I think our circle is cycling. We can be friends within a year, and best friends within two. Then I will fall in love again with your faults, and you will fall out of friendship with me.
Sleeping with Wolves is Safe,
They can’t hurt you in dreams;—
But in sleep you forget yourself,
Allowing Snakes to curl around your throat.
Fixate your divided attention,
On memories of long ago;—
Sleeping with Wolves is Safe
But prowling with Snakes
is Cruel.
Have you ever wanted to protect and be with somebody so bad that it hurt?
