my old date

I am listening to you, your newly famous trio. We didn't end so well, did we? It was my fault.

Stripes and a heavy ceramic end to something small. Weighty and tilted precarious. Sitting here with the jitters old gum dry and tasteless. Must keep chewing. There is a blog about organization but the tiny acrlyic shelves stress me out.

I'm gonna have you touch my chest to feel where the lumps may form one day. You could feel the lump in my throat today, if you like.

To hear you say you don't know if you want that family life one day causes a small incision, creating a small tear my skin.