Another man, with whom I was less interested in, asked me.
how rough is it?
jack daniels no chaser- rough
grow hair on your chest- rough
sand paper on the elbows and knees
bleed
that's how my heat is.
get all the stains out
that's how my bleach is
the others pale in comparison- bleakness
its all fireworks and chilli peppers around here
but thats just the trouble,
trouble with my love is.
- I teach a kamikaze class on Tuesdays, my heart, emotions, and verbal filter are the only ones that signed up-
kissing grenades with no clip
trouble with "my love" is he don't realize I'm alive
He holds his breath, time of death
He sees a ghost of me, one that smiles like an angel and pretends to be free
but I'm still very much human, flesh and blood and teeth
...they want to sink in and nip even though we are just play-fighting
so now.
I'm in trouble with my love
now Im grounded,
black pepper, planes with mechanical issues
-and got a curfew too,
cause last time I strayed out, I got played out
and that shit aint cool
and on the other hand. the minute hand, not the hour hand.
sidenote: I like holding hands, my hand/your hand, is now our hands
but I digress:
- having trouble with love 'cause Im too live
newborns,
Frankenstein,
Saturday night
I hope that answers your question.
