tooperfectstory:Anger.If this what you truly want, I can wear her skin…over mine. Her hair, ove
tooperfectstory: Anger. If this what you truly want, I can wear her skin…over mine. Her hair, over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl. I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can. -- source link