we spoke in ruined tongues. our words illegible. we were merely two disfigured kids holding hands in the dark, as if this was our only unspoken connection. and i wanted to feel the pain you had whispered about moments before. and the back of the truck was cold and you had put your head down and all i wanted to do was move across the flat bed and lift your head up, and kiss you right there with nothing but the city street in movement.
sehr lange her.