wecouldhavebreakfasttogether

Speaking without breath

Pre-used gasps run through The thinly lined corridors and just one too many favors Before i think of you I can see for miles and run for hours Still numb from the flight I swallow hard Ill illusions of your words Tear me down With low fueled intentions and four tons of pressure my buttons stay sewn.

Bloom

Pinata

Siesta

everyone keeps asking if i'm sick,

but no, i'm just unhealthy. 

What about cigars?