"talk dirty to me"
I love how the whole “babies from bone marrow” thing is making people go “this makes men unnecessary” and men are getting so upset
it’s really fucking annoying to be deemed unnecessary and reduced to something like whether or not you can procreate
Six months ago I sat in class trying to make your friend understand how amazing you were to me, because when I said your name after,”You know who’s the most amazing person I’ve met, though?” his response was, “…really? Him?”
Now you can be beautiful and amazing to someone else, but I’ve always needed much more than the life you accept.
It’s nice that you love my favorite show and now play some of my favorite songs. It’s nice that you have someone to talk about them to.
I just hope that you remember mid-September on the phone when you could care less about that show and those songs. I just hope you remember the world in my hands and the way you dismissed it with temperamental crap.
Find someone who’s on the same page as you.
Find someone who still isn’t sure and doesn’t quite know and may not quite think this much
Because I was sure and I knew and I thought this much
To a favorite human being that just took a while to catch up
and you’re still not sure, you’re not quite there
But it’s okay because waiting is not mine anymore
And I’m still sure, and I still know, and I still think this much
About Pixies songs in the midst of the rain and Sabines’s words to delete his pain
About leaving my life parked right next to the park, with so many words that I struggle to start
With my thoughts on that song at the grocery store or our laughter as Matthew sings made-up songs he claims to abhor
Should I bring up April 22nd at the Avalon or five million other things you couldn’t put your finger on
As the seat retreats as far as it goes and my hand escapes the window into the world?
I don’t know
My mind runs races with the words out his smile while you’re left thinking I care about being so goddamn childish and vile.