It's the love you clean up with a mop and bucket, these sticky, sickly sweet effusions that drip and seep between cracks in the floor and coat my hands and trickle onto my chest.
A lovely wonderful 8 second at a time word vomit.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sometimes
people do and say things, and my heart trills in my chest like a bird in a cage and I want to be impulsive and I am compelled to word vomit I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU because that gesture, those words, they just spoke to my heart and whether it was the softness or it was clever or sincere or just quirky it makes me love you 8 seconds at a time and it's so unbelievably hard to restrain those words, to swallow what rises in my throat like sweet, viscous, glitterysunshinerainbow love-bile, and to cover my mouth with my hand, maybe watch it overflow, and dribble between my fingers, sparkling and rosy, and -splut!- on the floor.
It's the love you clean up with a mop and bucket, these sticky, sickly sweet effusions that drip and seep between cracks in the floor and coat my hands and trickle onto my chest.
A lovely wonderful 8 second at a time word vomit.
It's the love you clean up with a mop and bucket, these sticky, sickly sweet effusions that drip and seep between cracks in the floor and coat my hands and trickle onto my chest.
A lovely wonderful 8 second at a time word vomit.
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