fake
fake
fake

no really

nostalgia always
always taunts me
let’s
let’s go back
to those days
when our hearts
leaped
from uncertainty
sweet lust
(or was it love?
in its purest form

strangers trusting
each other
wholehearted-
ly)

love

when did we
we become so
so married, darling?

i want
those nights
nights when we
snuck around
under the beautiful
summer night sky
with only stars
to watch our
our sparkling eyes
confess our love
innocent love
for each other

let’s
let’s go back, love

if there was
a way
a way to mix
you and me together
like a swirl of
puddin’
or even
chocolate puddin’
(so delish)

i would
oh i would

but we can’t
can’t be puddin’
so i guess
we have to settle for
the next best
thing

babies, darling,
babies

matt 
where are you
where just 
where
i can’t
i can’t see you 
(beauty perfected if
beauty itself can even
be 
perfected)
feel you (strong arms
tightly holding
every
inch of
me from the
world)
smell (hair oh the
hair) or
taste (the soft
sweet
heaven you call
lips) you
you’re gone
gone 
not here
with 

me 

half of me
breathes
sees 
tastes
learns
talks
smells
plays
listens
laughs
sleeps 
without
me

the eyes
the eyes they change

crinkling from a smile
laughing at my so-called ”cuteness”
unable to hold in the joy
to keep to themselves

warming up my soul
protecting me from my sorrows
full of empathy and understanding
and genuine care

piercing my heart
in those passionate nights
hot sweaty and so much skin
they make me explode of love

yet they never wander
from my humble being
it’s just me only me
and you 

forever 

i hear you

br
ea
th
in
g 

and it 
makes me
smile 

no
no thanks
no
no thank you
please really
you don’t need to
i just -
no
no
i just want -
no 
seriously no
no
no
no
no
no
no
no

i just want to be alone
by myself 

i like
i like watching you
sleep

in bed

so peaceful
lovely, darling
angelic -
that face
that body
that soul

i want
i want to
lie beside you
for-
ever 

welcome me back into your arms, winter, darling
your arms are already wide open
devouring me, myself, and i 
offering me your warm poisonous cookies

delishh 

no need to worry about your guest
she always accepts your invitations, gladly
she too feels the need for some
harmless(ahem, ful) fun and a lovin’

winter,
the best season of the year

ah yes