She was a modern-day
suburbian princess
who's kisses where death wishes
and words were never heard
she's the goddamn reason
for our exctinction.
He's a post-depression
relaxation, not relapsation,
who's hugs were shoves and
love was as fake as the entire
neighborhood
yet he's still the goddamn reason
for her breathing.
YOU ARE READING
bones
Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
