I think about making love to you about 75% of my days. I hear your smile melt away from my face as we talk. I see your eyes flicker in the moonlight like traffic lights change for those in a hurry. I can feel the lines on your skin when my eyes shut tight and I open them only to see the time, as if time was my happy friend.
Time is a bitch. Yet, I have so many opinions about her. A bitch is a bitch and that's all that should be said. But it's not. Time goes so slow some days. When I think about how long I've been with Vincent it seems time has gone by so slow. I feel like I've talked to him for almost every night for ages now. I don't mean that in a bad way in the slightest. We are living in the stone age. Stonehenge. The end.
You are sleeping next to me. I just let go your hand. I hope I can go through with this. I hope you understand. I leave you dreaming in row twelve and quickly down the escalator. At customs I am first in line. You wake, it's three minutes later. I am gone. I am gone.
I'll look to those for help when I see the end closer. We'll birth babies together in the a circle and pray that God takes them away. And I promise, most certainly promise, every little word I say will give you the greatest mindfuck you'll ever hope to have.
Buon Natale.
Time is a bitch. Yet, I have so many opinions about her. A bitch is a bitch and that's all that should be said. But it's not. Time goes so slow some days. When I think about how long I've been with Vincent it seems time has gone by so slow. I feel like I've talked to him for almost every night for ages now. I don't mean that in a bad way in the slightest. We are living in the stone age. Stonehenge. The end.
You are sleeping next to me. I just let go your hand. I hope I can go through with this. I hope you understand. I leave you dreaming in row twelve and quickly down the escalator. At customs I am first in line. You wake, it's three minutes later. I am gone. I am gone.
I'll look to those for help when I see the end closer. We'll birth babies together in the a circle and pray that God takes them away. And I promise, most certainly promise, every little word I say will give you the greatest mindfuck you'll ever hope to have.
Buon Natale.
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