to get it right this time…
…I’m in love with your ghost…
…I don’t know what I’ve become but I know that anywhere is safer than here…
Leave me alone.
“My dick is so hard.”
…You wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun.
Well, we are the rose – this is the concrete – and these are
my damaged petals…