staccato.

my pale skin glows in your dimly lit room. i've got a bird's eye view to everything you are and i love how you see the world. i froze up. i'm sorry.
if i could do everything over, i'd press repeat until i felt satisfied and full. until i felt like i could tackle the next bought of indeterminable time sleeping alone.

but i don't want to.

we'd sleep like puzzle pieces and then make waffles after everything is said and done. nothing lasts forever but this is just cruel.

i barely know much about you, but i feel welcome in the life you have found for yourself.

i wish we fucked that night.