ill be counting.

i love chocolate covered cherries and whip cream. pretty fish scales and lavish dreams. love is a spoonful of virus..not quiet what it seems. fuck smiling at strangers..i wear my heart on my sleeve.  scar tissue tattoos bearing baggage while it grieves. grey clouds with silver linings tearing at the seams.  youll wake up one day without the sun or a reason to redeem anything that you could think to be worthy of a kiss or a scream. bleak, so very cold, full of hate and kinda weak. like living underground as head of a terrorist regime. hold my hand and count to three. i promise this wont hurt, dont be scared youre being greedy. believe. this is me. pretty fish scales and whip cream. fuck smiling at strangers..i wear my heart on my sleeve.