something about june and july that really fuck up my groove
in and out of control
U all need me once
Lookin for a steady hold
I was wondering how many running jokes i can be the center of
for what you wish go undestroyed
simply know it won’t be toyed
how can i equate to the reader the quakes under my skin that a thought of me might exist in you?
i am not so bitter as i am
cradled by my losses that keep me
grateful that the drape has been ripped down
have u ever felt ur pupils widen when u inhale n close when u exhale?