*artwork-“Further up, further In” by sol kjøk via galleriramfjord.net
|i do not care. you can be anyone
when i close my eyes i do not feel
eager to be held
and being lied to.
i close my eyes. you can be anyone
do not infect the air with consonants and vowels
the only lie i believe in is your hands
with eyes closed, they feel the same.when you came to rescue me
the other night, i was glad
but it was not you i was waiting for.
and when you kissed my mouth,
smeared crowd of strangers around us,
i was not kissing you back.
and when i laid in that bed,
all frozen and burning,
it was not your stomach pressed against my spine.
my hair still smells like 1000 cigarettes