Yep friends because we always say friends. Friends friends friends friends. I can’t drag you through another attempt at a platonic friendship I can’t try and kiss you in doorways just for you to reject me again, I can’t. My head’s a mess.
One last time:
I am deleting this blog today or tomorrow. Ask for the new URL if you want it.
One last time:
I am deleting this blog today or tomorrow. Ask for the new URL if you want it.
Spoken word.
“He’s tugging at your heart strings ‘cause he’s blinded by lust, aiming for your hip bones but he seems to have missed and you must remember the time he said to you ‘some things are better left unsaid’. And in that instant you swallowed every explanation he ever owed you and hoped it’d come back up when you kissed, crossed your fingers behind your back as he hugged you goodbye and prayed to some higher power you always swore you never believed in, but whose praises you’d sing whenever you and him shared body heat in your bed sheets, that maybe today he’d turn around and talk ‘cause it always killed you that he never did, but he never did. When you went to meet him he’d hold your hand so tight you’d feel his pulse through his palm as if the very beating of his heart was simply the rhythm yours was born to dance to. When you dropped him off his fingers seemed unwilling to pair with yours and when they did finally slot into the place they were cold and nonchalant, this time there was no heartbeat in his palm as if his pulse was now too cool to dance and instead sat on the benches and watched yours beat out of time and recklessly to music no one else could hear.”
Awkward and fidgety but um practice makes perfect?
