I want to play your game

[shewassleeping]

I ate dolmas and fiddled with a slice of lemon and listened to singing that sounded like a sad young beautiful Tom Waits. I want to prove myself to you, prove that I can earn it. I want to make my mama's heart better and ensure that it'll never be a question of quality of life, not for me and not for anyone. I will be forgiven, one day, for all of the bad bad things I've done - if only if only you'd tell me how.

Press your palm to my chest, swear to me that it's beating right.