bootpot94

I stopped sleeping in my room When I remembered that home feels more Like the bed of a truck On a desert mountain after midnight Surrounded by a pack of howling coyotes And your bodies The frozen air in my lungs and fingers on verge of frostbite Mixing with the warmth of his stomach and heat of her shaved head on my shoulder I stopped sleeping in my room When I remembered home As the place were pain and fear meets comfort and people And my room has neither of those things But yours does Sleeping in your room Sleeping with all the heat and comfort of laying between your thighs And the pain and fear of biking 5 miles to my room Then school

Every time you take your hair down, I get the feeling I've been hit by a stun gun. Like you're one of those dolls they used to advertise on TV, that you brush their hair and it magically grows longer, or a strange vanishing act, but the only thing that vanishes is my confidence in our "just friends" relationship, which is somehow more impressive to me, than if you made an elephant disappear, I mean man does that all the time, but to give me an "oooh  babe, hotdamn, how you doin'?" feeling, that rolls around about as often as a blue moon. Its the kind of thing that makes songs like "I put a spell on you" and "black majic woman" make sense. Its

I keep trying to take you out of the equation, but you're the equal sign, and if I take you out its no longer an equation, just an expression, which is what I think I really want, is some self expression. But I've left this equation before, it doesn't come apart smoothly, you get mad at me. And slowly ive begun to associate expressions with anger. Me just being, you just being, as bad, if I don't add up to something, someone, I'm of no use anymore. I'm not saying its your fault, ive been on that side of the equation too, I'm just wanting to show you, that conditioning can look clingy sometimes. So please be patient with me,I can see you want