The taste would make me cringe, a feeling I knew when I was not with you
To prove my love, I would expose a roll of perfect film
A crime comparable to murder, something I committed that one time you didn't call me back
To prove my love, I would smash a vintage Leica camera to pieces
The same thing you did to my heart when you cancelled dinner the other night
Just take my picture
Develop our love
Expose your heart
Don't leave me in the darkroom
these words were inspired by my dearest Collin Phillips
2 comments:
dknfhlkdrglkndfbndkfbnda.
i'm tattooing this on my face.
all of those things made tears come to my eyes because the thought of exposing film and smashing cameras (drinking fixer might be delightful) makes me want to die.
But this is the point.
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