construing sentences

talk

i hate it when you talk.

i always find myself staring at the way your lips move; i'm captivated with the way the words roll off your tongue like they're precious.

when, in reality, they're all just nonsense. 

you just make it seem like it's important.

when will you stop speaking? 

i just need to know the feeling of your mouth on mine; the need's getting harder and harder to bear. i can't stop thinking about you. it's becoming unhealthy.

you just keep on yapping about this new book you've read, and i'm only listening because it's the least i can do.

i mean, to get what i want, i need to do what you want, right?

so i'm hearing out your every story with this anticipation building up inside of me. 

but i'm getting impatient.

i don't have much tolerance left for your bullshit. you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

"shut up," i finally whispered, placing my palm at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

i love it when you're quiet.