the light they paint us in is not
flattering,
fluorescent and stark, adding weight
under our eyes
and meanness to the curves
of our
mouths.
i’m sorry, but
if we spend the night together,
it’s over for me. nothing i can do.
i don’t make
the rules. i just open my eyes
groggy, and there you are,
framed by the shuttered window
as if you’d planned it.
you probably thought
you were waking up
a girl,
not a bear trap or a land mine
or a gasping mouth
with too many words
to fit inside,
and i almost wish
i could’ve warned you
about that.
you see,
i write like i wanna be fucked and i
fuck like i wanna be loved
and i love
like i want
to be swallowed
whole.
that’s why every boy
i have ever kissed
has had the hungriest eyes.
look i really
like you
and i might be in too deep.
i am an army of ticks
and your skin
is so soft
.
lee.s.schmidt 
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