Peeling Off the Sunburn
the spark is still between us.
electricity, he always comes with lightning.
he knows i can't resist a storm.
july is ending, again.
sunburnt, peeling in my bed.
last month's dead cells
sticking to the wall
above the spot i got too mad.
lauging with kings,
you bought me a drink
and i haven't seen you so happy in a while.
my god, it's been a while
since the conversation failed to end.
even the bits of frustration
felt gentler. although,
i still apologize.
kisses running up your spine,
how i wish you were all mine.
you told me you couldn't tell
if i was dead or alive.
kept asking if i was
losing my mind.
told me i needed to eat.
you didn't get angry with me. not once.
not one single time
did you lose your temper
trying to understand mine.
we got our picture taken at the bar
and you put your arm around me.
all night long, you had your hands
all over me.
you wrapped your night around me,
and made me feel higher than god.
i almost called you baby,
but not even i am that daft.
no one makes me feel like way,
and i wanted to tell you
i'm losing my mind
from all the things i do not say.
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