A fine line between balance and filling a void with all that you’re not.
I stopped picking up after you and saw who came first, before you. Me.
When I look back on all that stupid shit, it was dumb but meant to be.
Preemptively is no way to love. Regret is its own kind of pain.
No amount of “stay” or “go” will convince your heart before it’s ready.
Is it sexy to be starving for somone or is your soul aching?
This may be weird but I am really into your bicuspids right now.
Maybe this won’t last but it’s worth it because I’ve never felt so loved.
“Sleep,” you whispered, then I heard you getting ready talking to my pet.
Creativity: when the stories in your head finally make it out.