full moon blackout
how’s your hip
i hope it’s well
(i still dream of the four of us
under the stars)
then i wake up
and it’s just me
you were
my world
the weather is getting colder
and i’m only hoping
you’re warmer than i’ll ever be
you’re the whole bloody sky
tell me a secret a nice one
i am so so tired
you’re not your mother
when you look at the moon
do you think of me
let me kiss your scars
i would so like
to heal them
you are so so pretty
i am so so tired













