• always_wanna_fly 31w


    When I think of my love,
    I always think of her head.
    I picture cracking her lovely skull,
    Unspooling her brains,
    Trying to get the answers.
    The primal questions of any relationship.
    "What're you thinking?"
    "How are you feeling?"
    "What have we done to each other?"
    Eagerly trying to free myself from this blasphemy