I want you, you, you, you and you but especially you. You with the tight jeans loose in the ass ketchup stain on your white t-shirt with the shaky hands at the table facing mine. Gave me the eyes once or twice and my hands that never shake are lighting a cigarette and I know you are staring, like you have been, you are waiting for me to wonder who you are, inhale, I don’t care who you are, look up, you are looking into my eyes, exhale, I am looking into yours, something no one else has done because I can feel the way you just became interested in me, I still don’t care, you want to know who I am, I just want your hands on my body. I have a hunger for the want in your eyes, I feed off of it, I am everything you ever wanted and nothing you can ever have. Your eyes are wide, green, alive, staring into my tired eyes, red-rimmed, bags underneath. I blow smoke in your general direction, you shift around in your chair, I still do not care, what you do not know is that I am too sad to give a fuck. I am tired of love, it does not exist inside of my brain, I am incapable of loving another person. I barely love myself, I know you see that, I know you can feel it in my stare. I raise an eyebrow and I have you in the palm of my hand and this is all in the chase, you are mine now, maybe for tonight, maybe forever, I will let you touch me and I will feel nothing because I have never felt anything. You are looking into my eyes, the desperate search for something in mine kind of turns me on, you lick your lips, like I am the game and you are some kind of predator. Oh no, no, no lover boy, you have it all mixed up, you are backwards, you are hoping I will give you everything, I will give you nothing, I will squeeze the life out of you, wring you out to dry, you cannot find love inside of this vessel, it does not exist here, I am all for your head in between my legs and watching you walk out of my front door the next morning, there has never been anything more than that, I am incapable of that. I will forget you, sipping cold coffee in my underwear realizing for the first time that morning how empty my apartment is. Tomorrow I will find a new boy to help erase you from my brain, loose jeans, tight in all the right places, mustard stain on his chin, always shaky hands, always bright eyes, alive and beautiful, waiting to be loved by a dead girl.

(Source: skin-n-bones)

  1. el-sol reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  2. giantoutburst reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  3. burntheroin reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  4. queen-of-stupid reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  5. vanyarin reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  6. morphinetrip reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  7. each-n-everyday reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  8. freeasabirddarling reblogged this from skin-n-bones and added:
    holy shit. this.
  9. oui-jesuisbunnie reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  10. dizzyspells reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  11. atouchthatglows reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  12. carli-rae reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  13. jo-fine reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  14. jowlacola reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  15. mycharliebrown reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  16. perturabo reblogged this from skin-n-bones
  17. daisydukess reblogged this from skin-n-bones