ShoW mE A sTaRrY-EyeD kId

everyday my brain dreams of you, kissing knuckles and busted lips floats behind my eyelids. torn picket fences and and a big lawn, devoid of any sign of life. i am far from perfect but i have found perfection in giggling faces and the rings around my eyes. something about the way your clothes feel better on my floor. you stand before me and i feel nothing but loathing.

xo