(no subject)

[more_sass]

imprison my gaurds
i like (y)our tight grip on reality
our match work fires delight
and your sCent
pollutes my stare
so now
every clock needs to be wounD up again
from yesterday
and yesterdays yesterday
adjectives are my reminder
ill dangle them from my fingertips..
touching myself never felt so good

fuck i am getting old. ill be 22 in a few Hours.