|Current music:||Brain Stew--Greenday|
A Thousand Lies Have Made me Colder
i'm missing you sometimes........still. still missing heat of you, smile, kiss, hand around my palm. but Llama holds my hand when he drives me home. loving the heat of knuckles on my thigh, waiting for me to fill his palm with mine. and i do, squeeze three times tight, and he's squeezing back, quick like bird wings tightening between my fngers. and he has heat too, and hands made for music, and a hundred hearts on a silver chain wrapped around his neck. trying to open up between us again, waiting for your reply. it's the waiting that takes the most out of me. Llama loves me like he is allowed........you loved me like there was nothing else. missing you. but i shouldn't, try not to, it's gone right?
so i sqeeze on music fingers and growl Coal Chamber with him and think: if we died right now--drove through tree and crashed apart, there would be no fear, no screams, no sound but us and the stereo. my heart beating extra-quick three times with his fingers--like a bird's wings in my chest and wonderng........how could he have known me then when he was so in love with her hair tangled in his limbs?
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