Your loving whispers are sour nothings in my ear,
Your reassurances raise the bile of rage in my throat,
And then I want to spend my fists on nearby walls,
Every hole is the love letter you deserve.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC
Your loving whispers are sour nothings in my ear,
Your reassurances raise the bile of rage in my throat,
And then I want to spend my fists on nearby walls,
Every hole is the love letter you deserve.
Some people just have that effect.