I am in love with your uneven cuticles.Underneath it, I imagine the deepest blue to run around, nothing else, apart from behind your chest bone -
where a tiny tiny red heart sits.
I scratched my name beside it three years ago - but you do not remember details like that.
I'm melted. Literally a puddle of love on the floor now. ♥ Times like this I'd rather be dead. My life's a curse. I find studying for midterms' ridiculous.
People don't want us to be us, so they force us to be the person they want to see. Geez, what for?? Life's quite simple, but we humans insist on complicating it. Life's a copycat game.