organs of god
I want to believe there is
I am a hippie, you yuppie
jelly beans
graze
those leaky holes
has a plan
far shot
teflon heart
every single speck
the fact of your existence
a ghost who haunts herself
P.P.P.S. I promise to
a plea to the universe
love rests
are you cold
load it this shit is real
the same ingredients
no barriers whatsoever
the love list
old new and new love all
leads
relentless burning variety
that little word "yes"
your sex fantasy robot
a little colder
the sweater you left
I'm burning this letter
a line between us
that is true
4 Words, 4 Sentences
a better version of myself
mei tumes pyar karti hu
the cracks of each
coffee and cigarettes
miraculous
slide, just everything
true, I handed you the axe
I can't bear to tear that
you didn't fight for me
kicking through slush
ever a passing moment
you are what I cannot
you realized that
I have had your mark on me
quando, quando, quando
worth it to me
horrendously beautiful
that is so strong I'd die
because of you. I'm afraid
in the rain
home is where ever you are
long-distance architecture
don't have the words
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It was a far shot. I know it was a romanticized illusion. But it was there. And now that she's pregnant, I know it will never come to be: I will never be the most important person in your life.
