you are not in love with me– or you certainly don’t desire to be.
you are not in love with me– or you certainly don’t desire to be.
always i tumble into the tumult– only to find my way through.
what happens when you take away your reaction? is there nothing left?
there’s no mystery to your magic– it is felt by all those you touch.
i’m vastly more pro- ductive when i’m making up my own dirty rules.
did you ever talk to me about the we that you believed could be? or did i hear it underneath your hidden thoughts wrapped between your words?
the spaciousness of my home when i alone am here– is staggering.
this feels like distance i’m clarifying my space you’re my best teacher
Family is formed when bonds of love we feel are unfathomable
i like to create within a defined structure it helps me distill
the edges of myself 