jennyalexander

appreciating the way things sound when my actions leave your mouth in the form of syllables vowels letters hanging together in your breath stained with white wine and marlboro lights. feeling how this night could have been something to talk about under different circumstances. dreading what it means that fo'facto i could not stand without your arm. that climbing stairs make me weaker than your most convincing way to lay down a speech. and it has nothing to do with what i do and do not consume, so dont blame it on that sweet innocent liquid. im giving my blood as a sacrifice for the final answer next week.