awkward jewish boy who loves his little brother and hasn't asked me out for six whole months and acts like my married husband
v.
alcoholic angel who i never had and who never loved me and always lied to me como nuestra senorita de guadalupe.
half, and i hear it when you
call me beautiful.
though i say i don't,
i do like it when you sing
to me, though you can't.
i don't write you poems.
football games at dusk are more
our style of loving.
pull my hair, baby.
we're eight and girls are yucky.
love? overrated.
let's take this thing real
slow. i need to get away
from all his danger.
why don't we let your
bed be a cocoon for me
and you forever?
i don't want to deal
with the world anymore,
and you're so cute with
bedhead hair. i'd say
it looks like a halo, but
i'm not allowed to
talk about him and
her. besides, he was her dream,
never really mine.
right now, baby, put
on some john mayer. let's drift off
to dream places where
i won't have to run
anymore. don't you think it
might work so perfect?
you're my favorite eight
a.m. partner in crime. so...
beautiful, baby.
i never knew that
this whole high school romance thing
could be so easy.
(despite it all, i
still need to confess that i
think of him sometimes.)
but baby, me and
you? we're working on it. i'll
be okay someday.
Haiku by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 02:51
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alcoholic angel who i never had and who never loved me and always lied to me como nuestra senorita de guadalupe.
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i am your betterhalf, and i hear it when you
call me beautiful.
though i say i don't,
i do like it when you sing
to me, though you can't.
i don't write you poems.
football games at dusk are more
our style of loving.
pull my hair, baby.
we're eight and girls are yucky.
love? overrated.
let's take this thing real
slow. i need to get away
from all his danger.
why don't we let your
bed be a cocoon for me
and you forever?
i don't want to deal
with the world anymore,
and you're so cute with
bedhead hair. i'd say
it looks like a halo, but
i'm not allowed to
talk about him and
her. besides, he was her dream,
never really mine.
right now, baby, put
on some john mayer. let's drift off
to dream places where
i won't have to run
anymore. don't you think it
might work so perfect?
you're my favorite eight
a.m. partner in crime. so...
beautiful, baby.
i never knew that
this whole high school romance thing
could be so easy.
(despite it all, i
still need to confess that i
think of him sometimes.)
but baby, me and
you? we're working on it. i'll
be okay someday.
Haiku by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Read 897 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 02:51
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