We're taking that step together, and merging our habitats into one. It's a new city for me, and I wonder, will I find places to hide all my secrets? These sidewalks know where my steps lead. These sheets know what I transgress. These walls hold me. What about the new ones? Will they be as kind?
Every piece of me has been boxed and labeled. Tell me, what happens if you open the boxes and don't like what you find?
I am no dream come true. I am no beautiful discovery. I'm just fucked up and searching, waiting to hear the right words. You've come so close...just a beat or two off. And how could I not love you with your laugh that builds low in you, and explodes out of you with force enough to make everyone else smile? And those sex-demanding eyes that go from blue to green and back again, I'm at your mercy. Everything about you promises to be kind to me.
So yes, of course, everything is packed. What choice do I have?
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