this is my only consent
this is and will be
forever
the only reason I will awake
every morning
to find me
starving of your
face
----
classrooms and hallways
don't really mean much
and won't mean much when you're gone
if only
if only I wasn't such a proud
little jerk
I could be better at who I am
----
fuck, I didn't think I'd miss you this much.
----
I sat at the edge of the stairs
the absent silence
of your hands and maybe also your knees
or your hand on my knee
the glimpse of a touch
just makes my heart
restart
over and over like a wrecked piece of material
----
where are you now?
----
why am I in love?
how stupid
how stupid
I shouldn't be like this
I should be someone I'm proud of
(but I can't help it
I'm proud of us)
----
I'm in your dreams
your handwriting
messages
I'll be there
just hang on
let me hang on
to the memory of
the fading
touch