ButterflyShadow

We are not cavemen We do not write on walls I will sit in this cart . You will cover me with groceries I hate grocery stores stores, they're always so fucking cold Homewrecker: A careless hand through a spider's web. Trekkies and spelunkers think wormholes are completely different things.

I've been trying to forget your face And your breath And the way you smell when you sweat up against me And how more than just over bodies Stuck to one another I have been trying to forget the gentle way you caress the small of my back, Or the base of my neck In that casual, sexual way I want to forget the day you said, "I'm here, and I'm never leaving, never going again." I want not to remember your laugh Because now it is only sad ringing in my ears I want to forget how the world belonged to us in that moment In that fragment of a second We were truly happy There was no regret to be had No fault with which we needed to find