shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts

i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me

a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...

cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate

if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but

leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter

dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular

oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities

just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not

love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always