He said if I was fat then he’s a chubby chaser that I was looking right at all the wrong angles
his words from angles
What else is there to do I already live inside your chloroplast rivers of cells surrounding my small body like rocks in a gush river strong to touch frozen in the mixture creating you
Spending my time on my knees begging for your love as if I was addicted to you begging on my blood bloody scared knees
Recognizing criticism as a blow to my character and every hit isn't good for my body like it used to be baby it’s like cutting only I have no control over the situation only with my ex man wheel chair I felt it I felt the control the passion and the death im
irresponsible
You make me believing in myself possible because I dint know you’d always push me to the edge of friendship
