The stereo playing in your car
Were more intoxicating
The bottle of wine
I had just drank
Winter is crawling into your mouth and
turning your cheeks so red,
you almost look embarrassed to be loving me.
Your hands have become a quiet whisper,
and they never have anything to say to me
when other people are watching.
What is it like to love someone
without fear of making
too much noise?
I don’t know.
I tried to ask you about it,
but you told me that I was crazy.
That I was insane
saying things like that where people
I want to write you a love letter
but this is all I can give you
until you learn how to deserve more.
You have to know that I don’t want you like this.
I don’t want you wiping the lipstick
off my mouth before it can stain you.
I don’t want you with all soft skin
and careful bones.
I want this to leave marks.
I want sharp teeth.
I want something brave,
I want to be the name sitting on top your tongue
instead of the one
you bury in the back of your
I am so tired of being left
like a beggar asking for change,
and I am so tired of you always having empty pockets.
— Y.Z, You never told your mother about me (via rustyvoices)
never needed a reason
until it became a habit
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via observando)
I hate that I cannot get a decent night of sleep.
I hate that I am too lazy to even turn the lights off.
I hate to read what you write.
I hate that you do no write to me… about me.
I hate that I crave you.
I hate that I cannot trust you.
I hate this distance.
I hate knowing that I need you to be far away.
I hate that I just paid $4 for bad coffee.
I hate that I just realized I have a case study due on the LIBOR scandal… in one hour.
I hate that I do not know what you want
I hate knowing what I shouldn’t want.
But above all,
the thing that I hate the most about today:
I hate that I am wearing leggins.
Leggings are not pants!
I need to do my laundry,
and clean some other things in this room.