brighteyedblasphemer

I spent all morning sewing my stomach shut for you, the least you could do is call or write. I knew you once, could predict when you were thinking of me waking up and telling dreams mirrored thoughts – not the cold felt when you stretch your fingers to touch your reflection - words living, warm rise to connection minds forever lacking parallel form a perfect circle fuck Crack me like a Tupperware lid and throw me away What good am I if I can't hold you? Remember calling me      two in the morning?                I could never resist you           "it's only sex"