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I wish I was flat chested.
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Your name is pounding through my veins.
Can't you hear how it is sung?
And I can taste you in my mouth
Before the words escape my lungs.
Vanilla rum and diet coke.
We didn't go to bed until the sun was already in the sky.
Back to work tomorrow.
I don't think I will survive.
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And I know it's late, but I am waiting
For the moment that I've been anticipating
And I signal you to go,
Where it will take us I don't know.
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| Mamihlapinatapai: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start. |
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| I want to kill myself, but I don't know how I would explain to Jude in letter why I was too selfish to stay.
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