in my nightmaresthere is death and dyingfor those I lovein my dreamsas I knock back a bottle of pillsand swig from a fifth of tequilathe death I mourn..
stockholm syndromethe words are jarring as they reach my earslike cymbals crashing together out of rhythmloud and shocking, like I've never heard them..
he calls me baby when we fuckand in that moment we slip back into familiarityold habits like kisses that linger too long to be platonica slow touch th..