am not kissing you within five seconds of seeing your eyes in shared sunlight, then the earthworms will swarm to our feet and by seven seconds our tongues will touch and the universe will stop holding it’s breath, knowing our time has begun.
Fold me up in the spool of your throat Rhyme and quote, spun around your voice box The wheel locks as beauty talks about singing me out, spinning me out. All you have said turns me from wool to golden thread.
i am done with this mother **** i don't deserve this i don't deserve to be ****** over one more time you don't deserve another broken heart to hang on your wall and admire haven't you enough notches in your gun must you have one more dead daughter to stuff and mount