numbers (?)

1
Caviar dreams look like shit on a plate when it’s handed to you. Days are long and nights are short. Fitting oneself into a box like putting on socks. Everyday. Same routine. Let professionals re-interpret spirit then fuck off to a cancer benefit.

2
I laid myself in the Trendelenburg until I started to like it. Drowning down the drain ‘til I was baptized. You’ve broken every single day of mine like spider’s legs since you left me. I don’t know what to say to you. What good is a fool’s words. I swore to believe every word of yours from now until-

3
It’s not real, it never was, never will be. Say yes, enjoy the moment, enjoy a broken heart.
Take a chance, take a leap of faith, but what is faith in lust. Faith in lust is not a reality because Lust itself is
Reality.
(it’s born it’s done it’s there it’s always)
But to fall in love happens so, so much less. Questioned, taken for granted-
Lost (at)
Financial biblical apathetical sea
We let it loose on our own.

Love is a luxury.

I can’t do this because I love you so much it hurts.
If you break me now I won‘t be whole for you later.

(whisper again that this is only our start)