your sweatshirt swallows me
And our love is infinite
I touch the rosary
And my mind knows
It's you
your bed
the laundry scent
your head on mine
smoke exchanged
it's you
I'll keep choosing you
we are one
we are dating
everything is here
te amo
YOU ARE READING
well, i'm fucked
Poetrypart three of my depressed rant poems even though part two is taken down
