even your bones are beautiful, you radiate sincerity. i long for your golden eyes.
turning over a new leaf, but it’s so fucking heavy.
if i put my love for you in a cup would you drink it? if i put my love for you in words would it make sense?
but you’ll never know because you never followed through.
leaving town in two days i hope i never come back
frustrated and confused and wound up like a ball of yarn.
tomorrow is what i want but instead i’m stuck with today
your hips and mine
sways between suitors on a broken heel.
thao makes everything a little better
filled up with bones and regret. i’ve lost hope for you, but i still want my flowers to grow in your garden.
you are not the land. you are not the sea.