Friday, 16 January 2026

yeah

her imprinting i think
her way that she imprinted on me
i was nice to her and held her the way i'd wished to be held
i let her tears soak into my shirt while her cries rung out through my chest
we layed, fragile yet secure, 

Monday, 5 January 2026

her face

 her face feels right

sculpted in god's image to be perfect

a thing of beauty

her place next to me feels unearned

what have i ever done to deserve this

when she left it was like seeing her vanish

like sand slipping through my fingers

her and just her

only her

i'm hard when i think about you