Mar 2016
I. I turn into a river around you, so close to drowning you in the regret I pooled in the pit of me. You are gasoline, always splitting me in half when I mean to consume you.
II. I am swallowing gasoline like butterflies
Hoping the friction of their sinking wings will ignite me
Reveal the fire I've always submerged.
III. But my dear, am I not beautiful covered in flames?
II. I am swallowing gasoline like butterflies
Hoping the friction of their sinking wings will ignite me
Reveal the fire I've always submerged.
III. But my dear, am I not beautiful covered in flames?
I always used to daydream that fire and water were in love but could never be together, and water was constantly consumed with envy for gasoline, and that's why the two could never mix.
