my bad handwriting
says a lot about me
we both flail about
uncontrollably
we both have
the need
be set free
we're so tired, so lazy
a couple strays
staining our sheets
with selfish history
i like my flat feet
how i can convince you
of damn near anything
i'll give you the bones
but not the meat
i'll give you almost all of me
for a little while
i'll be yr love story
so sloppy so sweet
but so hard to read
i like my long fingers
the scars they leave
and how they
can convince us of damn near anything
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