my heart feels like this

yr warm; i'm cold

"because yr face says sex when you smile dear, it's written in huge suburban letters and the letters say tenderness to me it all says sex and dance with me, all because now, dear don't you love the city? don't you love the idea of city romance? yr my modern suburban pretty"

lost and then found drunk but so kiss on the cheek grateful problems from the past finally eye contact, cheekbones and all much too much my eyes hurt and yr a shadow disappearing around the corner my eyes are so painfully aware of but yr much too beautiful for me

this heaven gives me migraines

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