my eyes glaze off and on to your frosty shoulder. your razor nails rip through me like a blackened angel. i long to feel the solace of your blanketing fever. but every time i try, i just burn my lonely hands. i want you to wrap your arms all around me, and pretend that i meant something to you last night. i wish you would just close your fucking eyes for a moment, and listen to the rhythm of my wavering soul. 'cause you try to tell me that this is what we've both always wanted, and i sit there stupidly and nod my little yellow head along with you. (but inside this fucked-up mind i think i always wanted you to myself.) no, i've never been very good at sharing my possessions, if possessions are what we can call our very best friends. but i guess you conquered that while i wasn't even looking, and now you want to teach me in half the time that it took you to learn.