i hate myself
i’m taking you home right now so i can get some oxygen and quit while i’m ahead
when really i want to watch the way my sweater makes your shoulders look
while you are glancing anywhere but my face and whispering words i can’t hear
like fragility like subtlety like a girl
like the way her fingers used to trace the details of my spine
like the way i know your pale skin would blend into my sheets
like a girl
