  5.8.04 Remember when you asked me if I was one hundred percent sure? Stimulate your fucking soul, wear out your young bodies how old we try to grow so fast. I watch you sleep I watch you aging... I look at me and what has become of choice of impulse of being in love (I love you. ) Stimulate your fucking soul like this. Recycle everything you threw out when she left you to rot like compost; she dumped you. Now you shove all your waste into me. Little gnats all over my skin- your kisses...eating -away- at me. Catch a wisp of my hair between your teeth. Remember when you asked me if I was okay? Remember when you asked me 
