fuck slash love

Some drunk bird started on you last night.

maybe she was too short.

sometimes it's all about a hight

but she was already there

 oh hi turned into a bed

 une petite mort* turned into a bye

Some drunk bird started on you last night.

but she made you think how much you miss.

how much you miss them things.

my ridiculous rants about the eldery owning too many umbrellas.

my abusive drunken outburst

and my touch.

my touch

you've missed the most.

and me.all along

improbable.impossible.

sometimes it's all about

fuck / love.

*it literally means 'little death'  but is a metaphor for orgasm.