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Savory Boys Spit Out Sweet Coffee

Savory Boys Spit Out Sweet Coffee

You’re so careless


Letting your scent stain my pillow

It’s haunting, your ghost reeking


And you left your shit here too


Your jacket, cigarette addiction, jazz and back rubs 

These things don’t just dissolve 


Neither does kissing with tongue or plain omelettes made with love 


Honestly...fuck you. 


And fuck how I glorify your flaws 

You’re so flawed 

So fuckin flawed 


And artistic

And flawed 


And introspective

And flawed


And sexy 

And flawlessly flawed 


I swear to god 

I could deflate the bubbles rising under your skin, but- but I don’t think you want me to


My tonic is affection: I know you’re more of a savory guy but I promise you’ll begin to crave me


Don’t give it up just because you’re threatened by bravery


Ah I should have known


My fingers always got stuck on knots while running through your hair


She always sends me signs, I just ignore them with an infantile air


Some dude once said,

“Tell me what you think you are so I know what you’re not” 


It’s plain to see how naive I am when I say I’m a romantic. I’m not a romantic, I’m just a witty desperate. 


Nothing sexier than reassurance and social validation, jesus I’m wet just thinking about it 


Anyway, 


It would be great if you could pick your shit up tomorrow, I still have your blue lighter and your ghost is rotting in the corner. 


It’s beginning to smell, and my roommate is irritated that I keep bringing it coffee 


It always spits

I know you’re more of a savory guy,

but I just keep putting sugar in it. 


The White Terror

The White Terror

 Back to Reality

Back to Reality