Wysper-d

This is nothing more than the silly fluttering of an equally silly heart, having silly thoughts and dreams. This is my tongue tripping on the truth and my trembling fingers clawing at my arm trying to get rid of the heart bleeding on it. This is my teeth clacking together and my emotions knockknockknocking against my ribs pleading desperately for me to let them out to play. This is my words getting abandoned in the silences and the pauses swallowing the tension whole. This is using your eyes as a northern star when I'm getting lost in possibilities, using your smile as the curve I rest in when the world's too much to bear. This is fighting