He colors outside of my lines, he keeps me from going crazy because he makes me insane. He acts so generous with his hands and his tongue dipping into me has me enraptured in his carcass full of life. This fantasy motivates me to reach his star, to reach my most demanding dream. He pushes me to Hell then shoves me back to Heaven. The beauty he’s inflicted is a good pain and it’s blossoming from a bud to a rose; the thorn ****** my skin and I bleed. Will you love this part of me? Will you own this part of me? He’s turned into an hour I cannot forget.
realistically i can't leave now but i'm okay as long as you keep me from going crazy. inspired by "lover is a day" by cuco