you only text me when you're lonely
but i'm lonely too,
so you know i'll come easyoh, don't persuade me with drugs
you don't really give them for free
it costs a taste of my sugared fruit and a limb from your treeyou only love me when you're inside me
but then i love you too,
are we really made of metal when we're as soft as goo?you look so ethereal with a mouth full of smoke
it's such a paradox,
but i feel so real when i'm stoned and coked
you kissed me when i was sixteen
you were so sweet,
i was so wet,
why are we nothing to each other? why do i always forget?the first time you curled your fingers around my neck
i wanted you forever,
but i was blinded by abandonment and hungeryou were never mine and i was never yours
nothing has changed,
so call me when you've rolled the blunt and shaved
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Such A Delicate Thing
Poetrya collection of poems about my sensitivity and contradictory