and she remains the reason i dont slash my fucking wrists:
// her legs were stronger but mine were longer than hers.

you bring me so much closer than i have ever known.// so we add an hour on the telephone with someone who i could easily call christ [its most likely who she is] and we add how fucking bent we both are and how fucking straight we become [together//{or} for eachother?..i forgot which one] but when i get back there..i'm superglueing my wrists to yours and you.re never leaving again.