Oh how we said it,
so well.
Spilling over the brim,

staining the mattresses,
as if it were almost a
romantic manifesto.

I think two million other poets have said it better.

But we are what we are,
entangled together.

//A strangely suddenly beautiful boy
who casually said under his breath that
he hadn't shaved in 3days and
a whirl wind of a could be
who cant imagine him shaving with out
that rush of//

chemically induced awkwardness,
at least in relation to us.