gravity
i see you in my dreams
your eyes cut like memory
you’re an asshole.
in dream and memory.
you yell at me,
i get defensive.
i hate you
and i hate myself for that.
I hope you die soon.
i see you in my dreams
i don’t want to see you.
i don’t want you to be there.
but there were are in a bathroom
and i suddenly see it all so clearly.
i am just a fuck-toy
you play me as you will.
i don’t let you inside.
i don’t let you inside.
i let you go:
you tell all of your friends.
burn. burn. burn.
i see you in my dreams
who are you?
i can’t see your face,
but i can feel your weight like you are a burden
and you feel heavy
and i feel weak
and we feel empty: we feel nothing.
we are together
you taste like no one
You are new
You tell me you heard I fucked him
i get pissed off and climb on to the counter
i curl up, fetus, and cry
i hate you.
i want you to get angry at him.
i see you in my dreams
I want you immediately
you just want taco bell and teasing
and then there is graduation
i suppose this is moving on.
and we watch, holding hands on the hill
eating cheap mexican food–
it tastes so good, being with you.
and i hold your small hands
and drag you off into my bedroom
we fall on top of each other
and i have to ask (i have to know)
you tell me she doesn’t know about me
and i kiss you again, harder, deeper.
i want you immediately.
i see you in my dreams
where are you now?
i am waking.