it's what we're all waiting for.a summation of what a woman is worth in a thousand words or less--a bunch of scribbled pages, bull-shitted, and left unsigned. and when it throws you to the same curb as another waiting for the same scrambled grammar, do you just lie there or jump into another car.do you fight for the middle of the oreo or do you just bite down its core, imagining each and every lick of its frosting seeping on the edge of your tongue, like a chiseled ice cube scraped from your heart, now melting your redbull and vodka.so here it is.one knee crossed over the other,and the ability to exhale because who the hell believes in love letters anyway.who the hell is sitting right next to you,open palmed,and naked.who the hell even cares,even more.
by:valentina
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