#cro writes

[roanokers]

It's my birthday For whatever reason, I woke up at 7:47 With tired burning eyes My throat is sore And my dear lonely cat is being very noisy And switching between stepping on my hair And my ribs And I am so glad to have been alive for another year

[roanokers]

you are the holy places in my heart

[roanokers]

All this and more from your hopeless romantic Who has never loved anyone Who hasn't even tried

[roanokers]

but you promised you promised you promised and I’ve never been more disappointed in my whole fucking life

[roanokers]

i often fail to understand

the flounce and flail of love,

but when your image,

mine eyes do take

it is not so odd

to me