words, sick and congested, shouted.

the may seventh of 2011,

and without your ugly view

what way am I to look at this world?

but before.

"you give your hands away,"

you said.

"rather them be around my neck."

rather you get out from around my neck,

kiss my nose and say,

"see you after class. I won't wake you when I come in

I promise."

just crawl in and remind me how your back feels,

how hyperextension and codeine melt us together.

now, a slight smile and stupid arms.

"you make your own freckles now,"

only I don't say it out loud.

"you drank me away,

you said.

"rather you than me."

I wish I would have said that back.

it never bothered you to run your hands through my greasy hair,

until we were pulling it out together.

"see you after while, I won't you wake you when I come back."

you, for once; virtuous.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

So many great lines, here. I love the way it starts. The set-up is a great window into the scene. "how hyperextension and codeine melt us together" Yep. I feel that. Been there. Been that. And "it never bothered you to run your hands through my greasy hair,
until we were pulling it out together"... that is so powerful. What a kick in the gut. I think I've been this girl a time or two and that makes me nauseous. Outstanding job, here.