quarantining the hyper-specific empty of not knowing what to say to someone you know everything about |
i used to think that you hurt and degraded me...
you have been like lead, you have been like...
it’s that somersault ache that keeps me awake at...
awakening with you...
there seems to be an unspoken rule between us, a...
here we both are, dripping into the floor...
you catch a glimpse of my glassy eyes, and you...
“your happiness is my happiness...
the universe knows no bounds. no language in the...
i theorize that you were raised in a household...