how many times can i say i love you
until you believe it
until i believe it
i imagine there are not enough minutes
in a day
in a year
in our lifetime
let’s just say goodbye, baby, before
we waste anymore time
how many times can i say i love you
until you believe it
until i believe it
i imagine there are not enough minutes
in a day
in a year
in our lifetime
let’s just say goodbye, baby, before
we waste anymore time
Atwood Sumrall
love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not denistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities
sex is the way you treat me
the lack of emotion and lust
you are not my doctor
you are not my cure
you are my heartache
you are my downfall
nobody has that power,
you are merely a fellow/traveller
give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive
it is fake thoughts of care,
kindness unfounded and unrealistic
permit yourself anger
and permit me mine
eyeliner&cigarettes
dark.ugly.beautiful eyes:
watching the world roll by
from beneath heavy
lashes laden with
bold/black/hardened/liquid
dreams
and sparkly bright
studs proclaiming desperate
sunshine promises
that float away like the
smooth milky white smoke
lifting away from
the end of
her cigarette