#by sick i mean strange. i lie about like a sunspoilt cat and kiss a lot and cry on you and think and think and think

[afieldinengland]

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#not going to subject you to a long line of symbols about how sick and mad real life love makes me #i’m not going to talk you in circles this time. i promise. but i miss it i was sat up talking about relationships last night and i miss it. #i miss being kissed. whatever i had when i had it was something that neither of us knew how to make proper use of #it wasn’t all them— the failure the cement and kissing so hard they apologised. it’s me. i get sick when i’m in love #worse than that. i’m sick all the time and it brings it out of me. the world shifts every day #by sick i mean strange. i lie about like a sunspoilt cat and kiss a lot and cry on you and think and think and think #i don’t know. i’ve said all this before. i just want to buy two coffees in the morning and see a face in statues #bite me. can you feel that? i’m asking #look i’m talking you round in circles again. maybe i’d like to— well we can’t go talking like that #i have no idea if i’m easy to love. people have seemed very upset about it when they find out they’ve stopped #maybe i change them. i don’t know if they like that. i don’t know if i like that #i have watched lovers get dressed in sunlight. i have handed things back on riverbanks #as someone who’s probably intended to always be alone i’d just like to bleed on someone again. it’s been a while #and i can’t be too funny looking. there’s that. i can smile? #i don’t know i don’t know. there’s too much in here #i remember giving things back when they were asked for and being given what i didn’t need to have #i’m good at it. i think. i’d be a good boyfriend if you’re an insane person #i like public transport cannibalism and boys who move like dancers. i’m not selling it and i don’t mean to #my worldwise flatmate still raises a surprisingly puritan eyebrow when i mention certain things #a big big pile of sherds. but i’ve been told i’m a good kisser #and that counts for something. we do not have world enough nor time #does the twentysomething with a bad eye and leg and hip and hand entertain you