05.07.02 - 6:36 pm
last night at the bar we sat together for once, instead of catching eyes up from across the room. and back at his apartment it was hard to believe the sweet amber lovely of his tongue between my teeth.
what am i doing here.
and we can't sleep at night. turn our eyes from the overwhelming loneliness of day.
erase me. the enamel of my skin. this cavity that's not a hole, but a weight. pressing, stoic, dead.
