I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
bring me things to break myself upon till
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the very idea that i could be
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly