lifeasamusical (United States) published:
. There is a banana on the counter,
Fresh and lovely and new
But all I can think about is the way you told me you loved me while your hands cut bruises into mine,
The way you told me you’d stay from behind bloody knuckles buried in my ribcage,
The way I begged and screamed and cried and all you did was kiss my tears away and tell me to hush, relax, calm down,
It’d all be better in...
5 days ago