naomigracet
maybe you swerve to avoid me, or maybe you're trying to cause purposeful collision: sometimes you laugh or say i deserve better, but sometimes you don't even mention me to my friends or we make eye contact and you walk away.
do you hate me or are you really shitty at talking to people?
everything i do is
visible:
every move i make is
on a twenty foot screen
in times square
this just in!
sweaty palms and
sloppy deodorant
and shaking lips.
would you believe it!
awkward laughter
and vomit
and blurry vision
and too-loud sounds.
all for the low, low price
of your sanity
and every waking hour
(& the sleeping ones,
too!)
he looks at me like he’s observing
but his tongue pokes out onto his lips
and he never makes eye contact;
he cries like he’s angry,
rubbing tears away,
repenting to me for his emotions;
he crushes anthills and leaves
and steps in puddles
and blushes after;
he wears leather jackets
in an emotional artistic way,
and he never shows me his writing;
and his eyes dart everywhere
before he kisses me
and sometimes i think
he'll hit me.