i hide my insides like youhide your feelings craving an image. boys aren't meant to feel feelings inconvenience to a bystander i say i do say.. i keep finding myself searching for that something. all these 'ings' i speak of gone missing. voluntarily.. fleeing. running. boycotting. love, like a dog bitten with rabies hot to the touch needing, yearning, hoping to fuck.. ..with you? fuck you? wait, what the fuck am i saying again? i need something more than 2am phone conversation text, type type, text, type type clitter clatter that chitter chatter delete.. erase.. second guess my being. naturally free craving that addictive love. yet only your addictive love yet only your 'ing' something. anything. feelings.
lost in that in between. our in between love.