13 June 2019 Thursday
I thought that crush was gone
Gosh darnit I thought that crush was gone. Fine.
you couldn’t say much less now could you
if it’s not me you need to sleep beside … who am I to you?
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
>:O
That face does not remotely convey the anger it should.
Starting to think movement again. gather momentum?
Neither dark nor bright
moon rises and falls always
looking for its light
looking for cozy
sweet candy shell doesn’t melt
it’s not in your hand
“You were what I wanted; I gave what I gave.”
“You are what I want.”
“a road I crossed”
you’re not a good shot but I’m worse
and there’s so much where we ain’t been yet
so swing up on this little horse
the only thing we’ll hit is sunset
Too much, too often, too long.