Jan 13, 2017
note 6:
her mouth drips beads of sugar like sparks onto wet pavement, rotting my teeth with every consonant— even just at the thought. It’s been an hour of wreckless day-dreaming, in where I dare endeavour to clench you close to my chest and hold you through the night till a dew ridden sunrise. our hearts beating into a song I don’t mind listening to on repeat. I imagine the whole world would hear, but part of me just wants it to be for us. Oh god, I need to stop waking up.