mr-boonshine

how to apologize to the air that I breathe for the fear of loss that costs everything when this grip that grasps forever is so suffocating when your ears have grown tired of these sad songs I sing see, panic and I have spent so much time alone that fright forms my features etched its shape in my bones and while I long to make my heart your home all flaws in design are completely my own I'm awkward I'm anxious but I'm also all yours for the rest of the years my dust circles this earth and though I know to you it must seem quite absurd I hope to rebuild on the strength of these words said