quite’s obvious. cuts.
quite’s obvious. cuts. i have this way of waiting. for truth in a tangle of accommodation, i count days until honesty. return to my sad hollow core knowing no- thing attempting to attach. sticking on top of a ripped scab pulsing secret years. time untold unravelling skin. bones break to this. understanding i can agree to anything. i can accept, just... because. his blue eyes are too far away. i allow emotion spilling down my face. awaiting....