i’ll never use the word love in a love poem
but i’ve already done it twice.
i’m writing to tell you that i swerved into oncoming traffic
it shouldn’t have felt as good as it did
This doesn’t mean i don’t care about you—
i just needed to know what it’s like to
shake before i’ve been touched
instead of shaking after
—Silent French films on the a.m. radio, keith buckley (via solipsists)
(via lezziemcguire)