sky

messy men who use their teeth

i like the things you keep inside i like when you invite me in to see them

been trying to keep up with happiness

trying to spend time with my daydreams but reality is too possessive

shared wine, thinking about how this shade of sky felt when we were young

sunshine boy there’s this want inside me that aches to see you shiver

constantly healing and by that i mean sometimes the growing pains are so bad it takes everything in me not to make it stop

the pad of his thumb and my canines, a love story

i’d just like to keep you nearby for some time

licking his palm instead of the salt before a tequila shot

i like the way his love needs

normal functioning man vs my desire my interest my attention my need

i only exist when you’re thinking of me

if all my softest parts were rotten would you still press your fingers in

it’s constant, the thought of using my teeth

i’d blush if you’d gasp

i hate being taken care of please take care of me

the birds are the same, everything has changed, but the birds are the same

used book i’m reading has annotations, underlining and a very creased spine