sometimes i see you. i hear your voice in certain songs. and im not gonna say i miss my loverman, but i kinda miss you. not in the way you would think, but i miss you a tiny bit. keep that a secret
my brain is rotting, into a maggot covered mess. my limbs are dying, crumbling onto the bathroom floor. my veins are clotting, running brown and thick. my head is spinning, filled with nothing but you. im sick of this brainrot
we may end with bittersweet dreams of what we once were. or twisted stories of the other to tell. but i will continue to push for us, to show my endearment in as many new ways as possible. because i love you, my wildflower and i have since day one.
call me. late at night when your mind is running circles. when youre voice is shaking and theres rivers running down your face. call me darling. early in the morning with your sleepy voice. when your smile shows through your voice. please call me. in the middle of the afternoon when life seems to much. when your anger manifests into a puppet master. call me my love. just call me.
Will you call me? Or maybe you could draw me and send me a picture Make me pretty, make me something someone would be proud of Put a smile on me with eyes narrowed Cause I’m cheesin thinking bout you and your beauty Love makes me weak