Two and Two
Open for interpretation; to me, this is about this guy who’s really into me and I keep feeding a spark that never existed in the first place.
the love songs playing
make me think about
the way your eyes
leak what you feel.
the way your lips
curl toward your teeth
when you gaze at
Me glance at you.
when my bad jokes
are good to you,
you pull me in
So I push out.
your breaths are heavy
thrusting to and fro,
when I breathe out
and you breathe in.
your hands are warm,
resting on a pillow,
my heart is cold,
hanging on your shoulders.
the love songs playing
make me think about
how this isn’t true,
how I don’t love you.
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