10:36 pm / 12.10.03

soft faced boy

in harsh white corners


with a smile i pretend

for both our sakes

that I'm a girl he'd want

Mark sings words i dont recognize

as soft faced boy

drives me in circles

round reminding me

of fingers in hard boy's hair

and soft's movement away

the pull of arms

blanketing me

soft and quite comfortable

legs covering bruises on my calfs

and ticklish insanity

giggling through the waffle weave i brought

soft faced boy

shares my harry potter pillow

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