you have a monopoly on beauty
but i love you when you're ugly too
you had a bad day and you relapsed
and now you're crying in my room
you keep telling me you're sorry
don't know why you act the way you do
brushing your hair and repeating myself
i'll say it until you know it's true
you don't have to smile around me
i'll hold your hand because you're you
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