It's the way— the moonlight dances off of your face, pulling me out of the hallucination of anxiety.
It's the way— You look into my eyes, And I see my father reflecting back at me with the same love he does with my mother.
It's the way— I never thought I would find you. Withering into my sixteen years old self, thinking I would be married by twenty.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
Diesel gas exists. If the nozzle is a large plate that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher, move pumps. Don’t smoke, it’s not worth it. Put your green crystal pendant somewhere safe. Pick up the phone and a
