Can we hold each other and forget that it is not love? No expectations. No future.
I’ll use you & you use me and we will be happy in our short lived, make-believe bliss.
It’s only going to last a day, our fake fleeting feelings..
But doesn’t it feel good? The flesh. The warmth. The soft.
It’s difficult to connect anymore so we make the most of it.
Even if it’s only superficial & for tonight.
Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels.
a bad driver with a record to prove it,
a connoisseur of stand-up comedy,
the eldest child,
an aware procrastinator,
the result of my mother losing her virginity,
a lover of music,
a pretty shit liar,
late to any event no matter what,
myself without apology.
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