[bloody kisses]: 558.Contest Entries.Five Words - September '08 2

If you’re feeling like me, which I know you have before, language isn’t the sweetest. But now, I let it escape as I force myself to forget what you’ve done, and focus on just how you make me feel. My eyes rest on a view of the most perfect body in existence, no matter if the person I see is a mere lunatic. Our bodies pump into each other’s, intertwining and speaking its own prose in form to let everything out. I let out a gasp and cling to your body, letting you continue as I moan and clasp my nails into your back. My eyes lull but still they peer out of your window to see the swing you pushed me on a few years back, our parents talking nonsense about us falling in love. Love or not, you’ll always be seen in my head as a black rimmed rose.