see, i don't know where anyone went wrong. how can I tell?
associations opposed to truths. and fuck yeah, this is just a word.
she spoke with flaming lips. her rhythm swaying me, rocking my soul. in the end she left me burning on the ground. my ocean was storming and i found it hard to breathe.
i don't wanna make any promises.
we kissed in the dim twilight between day and night. he held me.
he held me.
while i was on the steps so i could look in his eye.
and i wasn't scared. it was light and easy. like a summer breeze.
i ran home, skipping along the wet boardwalks and tried to call my past once i got home.
nobody picked up.
music is inciting the storm now. Gustavo came by, one legged, with a smile in his eyes and flamenco on his mind.
later i crawled closer to the heater.
this reminds me of driving in my messed up car and i still feel the pheromons calling.
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