calling you, laughing with you, your notes, your texts..."
almost all my good memories involve you,
and why?

*because the things you do are my favorite.

Ah, the school dances.

Hand in hand. Out of step. The wrong moves, to the wrong song.
   We weren't very good. I admit that much. But that's okay, cause I was in your arms. Happy. To bad there's only four a year. Maybe if it was every week I could stay with you, laugh with you,
   I wish I could see you smile at me like that everyday. I'D BE THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.

God I love you.

Come with me
  The girl named Lover
come with me to my garden
  Sit with me
in the garden of eden
  Eat the sacred fruit
and sin with me
  God will make us shamed, shhh,
make us full of wants
  I want dominence
How come you get that?
  Carry my baby,
hold me,
  Stab me,
kiss me,
  Throw
     Me
          To the thorns
              That scorn my feet.

Come with me
as Satan told
  To the hell of eternity
as he hurts you,

Walking on the waters


   Feeling like God,

Please, just laugh.

Sorry if I look like I care,

whoops, my bad.


Like everything else.