li-ool lez.


I will learn how to love a little less, so that you can breathe more, and be more than I’ll ever be. I want to talk a little less, that way, at the end of the day, I’ll only remember your side of the story. I want to walk a little less, this way, I have enough energy to carry you back home when your feet hurt. I will miss you less, so when you come back, you won’t have to have problems with my sorry self. I want to touch you less, figured it’d keep you in the same skin you’ve been in. I want to hold you less, you’ll have fewer degrees of body heat to worry about. I want to kiss your body less, this way your skin can heal, and no hickies can embarrass you in front of mumsie. I do confess, I want more from you, as you should know, you asked for the rest, I guess, in reality I want to love you…less.

 

-Richí

Advertisements

About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to li-ool lez.

  1. Pingback: li-ool lez. (via That's only fair) « A Heart That Never Stops Beating

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s