last night
it was kinda weird
kissing my best friend
big city nights
kissing exercises
nail marks on your arms at the morning
you know i’m good at this
though sex’s still overrated
we’re full of maybes
shamelessly
i smell of beer and cigarettes
you like it
drinking games are the lamest excuse to get drunk
but are so much fun
and being drunk’s the best excuse to be honest
and to stick your tongue in someone’s mouth
whatever
you’re the second one that says they love me the most, these days
and the second one i plan to leave here alone these days
how can i know for sure anything?
i’ve been wondering what’s that ‘better than love’ thing
it’s all pagan poetry
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