Spiderweb Bookmarks (I fell in love tomorrow)

Can I borrow your heart? I left mine at home.
Chewed up a stick of expectation and hid it under my shoe.
My words are so "fuck you" except I don't really want to -
Oh, maybe with your head when you forget to lock the doors at night.
Threw boulders at your window because I ran out of pebbles.
The glass cuts through the draft and publishes the misprints.
Tpyotakllikeapryowhensngiinghapypbrithdya.
I miss the spaces in between and hate the emptiness of everything
We say but never mean (it).
"Can I borrow your heart?"
Only if I can paint the walls of my head with your tongue.

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