Did You Hear It Skip?

Dr.'s notes and co-pays take up afternoons and my thought process. Distraction in a pretty package. Waking up with words on lips, like the strands of a leftover dream.... and haven't I always held that closer to me than anything tangible?

Her eyes flicker with the telltale uncertainties of a lie when she speaks.... and you're finding yourself distracted and listless when she feeds you lines stolen from old forties black and white tortured heart dramatic girl/handsome stranger classics. The heroine has fallen victim to the cinematics.

Guards... take her away. Roll the red-cheeked false eyelashes away through the back, avoid press coverage. Twoamlife.

Pumping cellphones full of trepidation, uncertainty and the tiniest thrill. If she's lying to you then she won't be the first and there won't be anything to stop you from forgetting her forever... exept for the fact you're obsessed with crashing into her. FamousSecret

Two bodies and a gate away from our dreams. The moon off of our shoulders. Back pocket love. Front pocket lust.

They're all still sprinting down that one track mind and I have half a mind to let them win.