The Boring Things I Write About

i dreamed about you again
and ever the gentlemen you wouldn't let me seduce you
i don't know if that's my fear or if your personality is so overwhelmingly you that you're even you in my head

you smelled so good
like clean sheets and smooth skin
and all those little quirks and ticks
that make me want to mimic you

must be the tension that i feel
admittedly mostly when you're not around
because i build things in my head
like the feel of your hands or lips on my neck

like being a little girl pulling on stockings at the backs of my knees or my ankles
tug and snap, tug and snap
little flecks of dust and skin
tug. snap. tug. snap.

i don't know what hurts more
my tummy or my heart

two things come to mind

how ominous these under currents
they crowed me now it seems
and every time i meet you in the darkness of my dreams
it's likely that i'll turn around and parody myself
imagine we're in different places
pretend we're someone else

and of course...




oh god i just want to know
give me something
a sign maybe
not anything that ever would ever come of it
just a little hint
some sort of indication

as much as i love the game
i can't stand the chase
because i don't run fast enough
and you never run toward me

christ almighty i think i might