the lonely little spider
that lives between the frames
of the two doors in the corner
the lonely little wires
that live inside your heart
waiting for just one spark
the wiry hairs from my head
that live underneath your hat
golden blonde juxtaposing black
and like the spider,
my hairs follow you home
find their way between the cracks
and you find them on your pillow
and the wires feel less lonely
with a fire starter on hand
and i will live on your nightstand
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho
he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit i sat clean and pretty for six hours s
i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned aro