sometimes i'd like to tell her...
i look at her face sometimes and wonder why my heart creaks and moans, struggles to breathe and finally decides to resume with a thud. like an old car, or a solid punch.
i wish i could cut out her eyes and drown them or burn them or bury them or just keep them in a small coffin under my sheets (without hurting her), because i think alot of times, that someday she'll look at someone with those eyes like she once looked at me....
i never can whisper and always need to shout, i can't help but stutter and fumble, missing the point.....
how i just want us, and that beach, and that sun, and our saliva and sweat mixed in my mouth and on her neck, and her hair in my hands (bloody or not/breathing or not)...
fuck it...i once cried for a month straight when i 21....i thought i'd drown.
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