if you have a chest then you should ******* feel it I'm not a wall, blank slate either
i don't envy these grey areas it fills the gaps of space of where I could be loving you instead, we're all going to deny the facts and wallow in our sins and wallow in our half-truths
projections of what we think is proper devotions holy hymns, I am summoning you to act out and turn me out where I can feel nothing but your absence can you feel me now? can you tell I'm not telling the truth?