My thighs blushed
And stung with pain, broken blood vessels
Purpling and
The sound of my heart reverberating against
the emptiness of the room,
And I thought of the night (no, day)
I laid in your bed and watched movies
And you kissed me hard in front of the
open door; it was dark and my car wouldn’t start,
and I flooded the engine with too many feelings –
most of them melancholic, nervous, hopeful;
the kind you really can’t trust.
And stung with pain, broken blood vessels
Purpling and
The sound of my heart reverberating against
the emptiness of the room,
And I thought of the night (no, day)
I laid in your bed and watched movies
And you kissed me hard in front of the
open door; it was dark and my car wouldn’t start,
and I flooded the engine with too many feelings –
most of them melancholic, nervous, hopeful;
the kind you really can’t trust.
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