love bitten & fuck ridden
i quite like old diners, poetry, lush
cosmetics, coffee, good hair days,
baths, and feeling wanted.
navigate through my psyche below:
a dime; i am everything, all of the time.
ask
“sleep don’t visit, so i choke on sun
and the days blur into one
and the backs of my eyes hum with things i’ve never done”
so i left,
that is it.
that's my life;
nothing is sacred.
i don't keep friends,
i keep acquainted.
that is it.
that's my life;
nothing is sacred.
i don't keep friends,
i keep acquainted.
