jennyalexander

vare sig det är feber eller bakfylla är det störande för min utveckling...

you were always more in love with yourself.
and i was always more focused on how you saw me than what we had.
there were times i wanted nothing more than your eyes on me
but the game killed the fun and left one stranded for home.
home is always the place you dont want to be, when you have nowhere else to go.

i find myself with more options than needs, and no will for what is presented or expected,
as usual:
thighs sticky, your hair panting for air like the dogs beneath our bed,
memoryloss before the night begins.

idag köpte vi en fisk till sonja i inflyttningspresent.
jag insåg att jag saknar någon att ta hand om.