trying to pick apart the bones in my hand snap off each finger tip hang them on strings from the ceiling i hope you keep yourself warm next winter and i hope you'll wonder if i sleep with enough blankets i don't mind sharing blankets with you
Whether you want to continue to grow together or you'd rather grow apart, just let me know when you know but don't give me false hope and we can just enjoy the summer before the winter hits if that's all you want
i don't really know what you want, but that doesn't bother me much. I enjoy the current time I have way too much to let myself over-think this one (though some nights I over-think, but those nights I still get to kiss you) this 'poem' is lame