found some graph paper

lookedlikelaughing:

how can i begin
to stake claim
over the tiny pieces
of sand
you let every man
carry away with him,
from the hourglass
of yr body,
when i myself
am a
pebble peddler
worse than you
with a fading body
that will soon
cease to exist?

i just want you
(untouched).

And me?
a blazing fit
of love
and hypocrisy.