Sunday, May 23, 2010
One-Hundred Fourteen
If you weren't so cute, it'd be easier to stay mad at you. It's frustrating really, how intoxicating you are. Even the sound of your voice is astounding in its ability to change my mood. You know, I actually tried completely blocking you out one day. I put wax in my ears, a blindfold over my eyes, and I stuffed toilet tissue paper in my nose. I didn't want to see, smell, or hear you. I'll be fucked, your shadow fell across my face and teased me back into bed.
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