Mahayana your arms lengthen daily
like the edges of a festering table
me i love your arms when they wrap around me. they make me feel safe and they let me know that everything will turn out all right. 021220
morphine. your arms are poles of magnificence.

one word wonder home 021220
unhinged see, the whole point of me posting: forgiveness was not that i wanted your arms, but that i had given you mine. cut it off and handed it to you and you thought that was disgusting and left and then came back without it. teasing, pouting, wanting some drugs...see how that works now? 021220
what's it to you?
who go