on being too much and not enough: love me like you need me; like my arms are home not embers
for Iβve growing pains, but in my chest and a map of you on the back of my knees.
the danger of vulnerability my love, our love, a parody of true love, a marionette propped up by pleasantries and obscura.
the tender fingers of moonlight caressing the hills, the skyline in the nighttime as we traverse; silky tendrils of hope and the mysterious promise of midnight, stars blooming across space - this is our anhedonia
and with you I taste god; impossible to get to know the crevices of you and not pour myself into them, consume them.
play my heart strings like an instrument, guttural. make me scream.
I was a wonder girl but not a forever girl much too much to press under your thumb.
find someone more wholesome and crackle-of-our-fireplace. oh good intentions good intentions say goodbye.