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15.6.09
fucking lucky.
shit yeah.
oh, oh yeah. it's all so easy.
and i know that it will never be the same. i'll never be able to wax about you never be able to draw your face and write your words and i'll never be able to feel, with piercing clarity, the pain and love and frustration i felt before. never be able to rain this lyrical shit down about you about this because i know you don't have it in you. know i haven't met my match, know this isn't any great shakes, no earth shattering love. know i'll never have to bust my ass being 15 different girls for you, know i'll never work at keeping you in and on and under it, work on myself and you and us at every turn
but
but babe
i don't even want to.
i don't want to work, i just want to be what you want.
shit yeah, this is good. to be touched like this again, to be kissed.
i want you to talk about me like a bloke and want your friends to call me what they do and i want you to check me out when we're getting it on like you almost can't believe it and i want to smoke and drink and i want you to make me laugh and i do want you call me babe and text me all the time and i do want you to love that i dance and draw. i do, i do i do want to remember what you said when i first stepped to you and i do want you to be proud and to break the RULES and shit i do want you to watch me when you feed me chips/biscuits/rizla/powerade wathc my mouth and think damn.
i want you to think you're lucky.
look down at my tattoo and think, "shit yeah".
and i do want
i do want you.
whispered by killa b at 12:45 AM |
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