seeyouinafewmonths.
this past week has been a rollercoaster. I miss you whenever im not sitting in the passenger seat of your car. I crave your skin on my skin. I crave the feel of the veins popping out of your skinny neck where my hands lay as I realize it’s always my fault when it never is at all. I like to pretend. Like to pretend this is more than the accomplishment you can smile at and rest easy while I’m perched on this bed awake with owl eyes, eyes eager to see the lust in your fucking eyes. They just get me every time, that expression you get when you know you’ve got it in the bag and your ready to throw it away like that old lunch you found in your locker at the end of the semester. Old, this is getting old. My hearts in that bag and you’ve got it held loosly in your pocket, and you’re off to the fucking dry cleaners. This car, this nice car, wow these seats are so comfortable. Oh how I wish I was good enough for you, for this. I give up, I gave in. You got me, I hid and you seeked. You won, didn’t you. You always keep me wondering. You don’t praise me, you don’t call me beautiful or gorgeous like it’s a daytime job. I crave attention from you, crave your damn approval.
I just never have had so much hope in someone so hopeless.
Everybody knows their place, and I wish I knew.
All I can think of that being is with you.
