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Wants and Needs
Wants and Needs:
weed
sex
true love
sunshine
trust
and money
gotta keep it real
occupation: the family disappointment
nailed it
When I love, I love boys who are like smoke.
I love them when they barrel up, all billows and
breadth. I love them when they taper off toward the
sky. They usually do. Taper off. Coming on hot and fast
like they’ll die without me. Then, they smooth out, take a few
steps back and drift away in the direction they came.
When I love, I love boys who are like smoke.
It is best that way. I can’t remain attached for too long. I have
trouble with lengths of time. Don’t know how to sustain something
for the long run.
When I love, I love boys who are like smoke.
Love them hard and fast and furious. Leave them leave when they
are ready. And we continue on our way. Maybe, imparting a lingering
smell and the memory of something so heated.
But, maybe something that must
eventually fade away.
I love them more that way.
Kimberly Arcade, When I Love (via westayclose) weellllll