I want to fake nothing ever again I want to pretend only when dreaming I want to be real real as the blush on my skin and my crackling bones real as the ache in my legs and the pit of my stomach real as the pain in my chest from laughing real as the pain in my cheeks from smiling real as the gasp in my lungs from dancing real as the grip of my arms when I hug and the sound of my thoughts and the whispers of love that I want so much to be real














