Paperread

If our kisses were ripe enough
They would have fallen from the branch into my mouth
As sensible things went south
Over our heads

You never wished you were dead, or I
But I stopped being surprised when he did
I don't feel like a kid
Something I'm rid of now
Or just became conscious of how

My words are tilted
Like the plane fixed in my vision
My brain on smoke, afraid of what I took
Afraid of what I broke
Afraid of what I become
And being overexposed to anyone
Anyone

Over static brightout
And my sleepy hips
Afraid of bucking into it
Open lips craving the buckling into his

Lips and tongue and teeth
Nothing can be enough of deep
When there's no feel left to try
Do people up'n die?

You're saying you need me
I need to go silently into that night, tonight

I'm pinned most nights to my bed
With my unbrushed teeth and unbrushed the hair on my head
Can't move but I've said a thousand words pinned in my covers
Papergirl in paperbed
Paperworld? Finger-comb my paper bedhead
Don't rip my paperread
(Don't rip my paperread)
Don't rip my paperread



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Writer(s): Jayla Smith
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