beautiful„,

beyond the mind’s flexibility.

even when your razor blade honesty cuts my fingers red and in the softest shade i mention

that you would rather be vague in your emotions than outright.because once,

love was a nap in the sun

until you woke up shivering, with grass imprints on your cheek



i am the girl that came after that.

and with my head turned just enough so that maybe you’ll touch my

face„,

press against the cold bedroom wall and wish to be absorbed



love me from your thymus to your toes

or not at all.