Keeping the sex of it all wrapped up tight and hidden from no one but yourself... the knots pull hard on your heart and leave your eyes with a constant bulging. The urgency of your manner scares me.
Try and leave me some time to candy-coat the ugliness between us. I need this to be pretty. My sweet tooth has gone unsatisfied for longer than I care to remember but thank you for bringing that up.
Simple things like love and friendship grow monotonous and we cry hard at our boredom, still unwilling to change. We relate to miserables and worsen each other's mess with sympathy spills and the drama swirls all together as I flush it down.
"We're stuck in here," my grandmother says to me as we sit and listen to the music playing on the cheap stereo. "Won't anyone help me get out?"
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