why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.
you gave her your sweater; it's just polyester
but you like her better. wish I were heather.
-conan gray (heather)
your name is scribbled with a permanent marker
it refuses to leave
his mouth
I want to kiss my name on his lips
so hard he forgets to breathe
but I know he will still remember
your name
I hate
your name
and the way it sounds
like an angel's breath when he says it out loud
do you know the power of
your name
it will bring Achilles to his knees
I know mine will always be a second choice
his lips roll smoother when they pronounce
your name
if I had the power I would have stolen
your name
incinerated it and danced in the embers
say, would you let me borrow
your name?
let me have a taste of Ambrosia
just for a second
let me hear
your name
escape his lips and call it mine
I know he won't let himself love you
his eyes see me and only me but
what use is that knowledge
if his lips are still
in love with
your name
