she’s got a boyfriend anyway
(Source: notquitehere, via whiskeycl0ne)
Far out by the roadside where we used to kiss behind the sheets
Wrapped in a blanket of red
Counting alluvial plains
The breathing inside of the range
You touched me inside of my cage
Beneath my shirt your hands embraced me
Come to me feathered and frayed
For I am the ugliest prey
How I was wrong tingling from the kill
Tickle me until you devil bird you evil still
Slept on my arms, I was sleeping in the sill
I was sleeping in the room with you
You little boy, you little boy
