?

Log in

coffee spills and stains...

...of overcaffeinated moments

Name:
torn paper and broken pencils
memories of the drowned moon

I want to know how you slept with
him, the way you held him.
Every crevice through which my
shadow may ink itself.

The more I tell you of my happiness,
the more unhappy I am.
That you are not part of it, that you do
not covet it for yourself.
TAGS | TABLES | PROFILE | LAYOUT | MOODTHEME

Statistics