i had this amazing thought to write out earlier.
but now it’s just empty space.
i can’t remember, and i sure as fuck can’t forget.
you were my speech bubble.
an impending thought.
a desperate attempt.
i don’t even know where i’m going with this
and i know for a fact that i don’t know where i’ve been.
or maybe i do?
maybe i’ve been all over town.
maybe you’ve been all over my thoughts.
do me a favor baby, hand me the .38.
i know i don’t have permission… but god damn the idea is tempting me.
urging me on.
toying with me like you do.
i
can’t
complete
a thought.
i don’t know where you took them, but they are no longer in my head.
let’s just fuck so i don’t have to think.
i can just move.
and just be.
you can think for me.
fill your head with me…
and i’ll fill my womanhood with you.
it’s a splendid idea.
commence.
