(no subject)
Sitting in pajamas stretched over my skin, over layers of tissues that will be separated by metal dividers when surgeons try to remove whats been eating me.
I want you to wrap your arms around me like ropes that won't untie.
I can wait, I admire a person who cleans up after himself, not good to start with a mess.
I know those calloused hands are twitching in anticipation of my soft skin.
I want you to wrap your arms around me like ropes that won't untie.
I can wait, I admire a person who cleans up after himself, not good to start with a mess.
I know those calloused hands are twitching in anticipation of my soft skin.