1hey: I keep writing about you. they tell me my words are beautiful. I don’t know why. maybe because they’re written for you, you’re beautiful. but what they don’t know, what you don’t know. is that I stare at this blank fucking paper; and
1hey: I keep writing about you. they tell me my words are beautiful. I don’t know why. maybe because they’re written for you, you’re beautiful. but what they don’t know, what you don’t know. is that I stare at this blank fucking paper; and
