24 July 2015

everyone's talking. laughing. gossiping.
I'm cold beer sipping, eye rolling, hair fidgeting, mess.

I find space sitting on top of a keg, writing love poems inside of a forgotten book.

feel compelled.
put my thumbs to work.

"little skye? what's going on over there in that lock box of a brain?"
"hmm?"
phone snatched. sigh let out. my shoulders slump forward.
"is it time to take away email as well?"
I toss back the last of my beer and shrug.
"maybe. maybe not."
"yea."

everyone's talking. laughing. gossiping.
and I just want someone near by who calms my soul.
I want to not want to want someone who doesn't want me.
Instead
I'm cold beer sipping, eye rolling, hair fidgeting, mess.

-xo

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