Mid day.
Exposing everything to one person. Odd for me, in my natural ways of hating myself.
Sun beats down and causes our two bodies to become relentless...
and then as we join to become one, it mocks us in a way...
in such a way that i adore the way the beads of sweat form on his forhead and dance on his skin.
I throw my head, press my nails into his back, and scream his name..
this is finially not about you. and finally im moving on..
but not with him, either.