98 The Meadow Because I Want To Jesus I. Jimenez Agramon Thinking about you is like waking up hungry Except I never wake up. Hunger hurts my head sending anger through my skin. The light in your smile blinded the security of my thoughts. You smelled like the way the clouds looked that day. You remind me of Elvis Presley eating an In-N-Out burger. Thinking about you is like eating an In-N-Out burger. The night was unexpected, granting wishes after sunset. The windows of the room applauded for a wish fulfilled. The electricity in our heads stretched to our fingertips Linking each other like synapses of a neuron. It was there in the living room on the two-seater couch Where your cheeks met my lips for the first time. The soft texture of your thoughts Laid gently over us as you kissed my hands. I wondered if walking up the stairs caused us to end. The glass box of our rules broke free as it shattered inside us, Slicing our friendship into fractions. The angels of our thoughts fled the moment I invited you in. Jesus doesn’t want you to see him differently. It wasn’t until my conscience was telling me, Chill out. It wasn’t fair that we decided to switch shoes Because I liked your laces. I was being selfish. I sleep until I forget your name.
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