Your neck looks best when you
are drinking wine right from the
bottle and I know the length you
like to keep your fingernails. You
are cute when you hum to music
and think no one is listening. I
like to watch your hands when
you are talking on the phone and
imagining I’m the only person in
the world who knows these details.
If you ever go missing, I will
describe you to the police by
explaining the way your breath
sounds and how your jaw looks
when you are laughing.
Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.
For the first time in seven years, Christopher verbally to my face acknowledged that he has treated me like shit. And then he apologized.
I’m conflicted on many levels
never conflict, all piercings
I don’t think you understand how many levels there are to this.
One of us, one of us. I’m taking CJ to get his done soon.