fuel.
your thoughts.
stimuli.
my roomie
.kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers
tell me nothing needs to be done -
no clocks need winding
there is no bell without a voice
needing to borrow my own
instead, let me steady myself in the arms
of a man who won't ask me to be
what he needs, but lets me exist
as i am.
♥
my.mom.
i.love.you.Alan.R.I.Pbr