i have forgotten to linger in love with you in a past life wanting only to be found worthy of your affection revere your touch as holy like goosebumps in the italian sun to write melodies and ballads and captions not of purity, not of beauty but of how you make me feel forget all the rest all the fighting all the ugly all the words we didn’t mean for i am ill when you are not around and it is poetic enough that you are broken yet you are what makes me whole
seeking feedback on this one! not sure if the ending hits quite like i'd like it to. open to critiques/advice. thank you x