Sharing you in this rusty red crusty make believe

Must I, if I, can Ishare you for a bit?I promise it’ll only be a centuryof love fking as bright as dayholy sunshine, scattered through our bodiesas time flieswho careswhen there’s you and I and nothingreal anyway Let the sound of whiney music speak for itselflet the mad people keep turning up again and again

I really don’t care

How do I make myself care more, just how?  

Making me beg

Sitting on your lap, looking at the ocean You hold a drink in one hand, and my swimsuit’s back strap with the other You gaze, kindly at the sea Making me beg that it be me