I hate it when we fight, when the cord rips and tears through my skin, how it burns. How your mood hangs in the air. Thick. How it pierces the night. Pregnant with silence. Because, my one and only singular thought is to do nothing, but love you.
I Hate It When We Fight
I Hate It When We Fight
I Hate It When We Fight
I hate it when we fight, when the cord rips and tears through my skin, how it burns. How your mood hangs in the air. Thick. How it pierces the night. Pregnant with silence. Because, my one and only singular thought is to do nothing, but love you.