Anonymous

I think that sometimes I speak too much

and other times not enough

Now, for instance, I feel suffocated

by my own breath

too scared to breathe

or whisper 

I can see you there

across from me

your brain flying 

wondering

curious

Standing beside 

bedside

What the fuck am I doing

You said you liked me

I said a lot of things

all of them broken now

does she fuck every guy who buys her dinner

is she running

am I

is this best

why do I care

what's the point of trying

of looking at her 

of wanting her to write

to give a shit

That body, though.

I know one thing

no other guy will ever kiss you 

by a blue lit building

the way that I did.

Fuck Texas.

And Fuck you too.