i didn't really think about it now but let me just spill it out. you have a gaze ripping off sunshines, rasping through my skin and sweat in a thirsty afternoon yet blurring peachy blips in a sleepy dawn. you're crawling beneath my skin and replace my blood with yourself. you've been a huge part of me but still so hidden, a slowly, soft, eclipsed attachment. right now people are kissing until their lips bleed meanwhile i decided to take a few steps back from reality. i don't want to fall in love. i don't want to dive into the romanticism within this culture, don't want to pretend a cliche storyline is what i really want, don't need any more brainwash. i've had enough. (maybe i was wrong maybe i do want to dive into this lake maybe i do want your hands around my neck maybe i do want our lips to bleed just so my love will be rateable with you for fucking once). i had always been a deep admirer for art and freedom but then i look at you i see art and freedom but love isn't free love is a trap love is a trap love is a trap love will never be free it takes jealousy it takes understatement it takes jealousy jealousy jealousy jealousy and love doesn't equal happiness i don't think love can do such thing (maybe i was wrong maybe i was wrong maybe i was wrong and oh god how i hate to be me).
—you really make me think a lot.
