i hate the way he smirks he thinks his irks he shakes me i hate his all too knowing nothing and he buys it too i hate his sex his stiff as death clench on empty
i see him standing on his balcony alone, looking down at ants who dont look up at him. i see him longing to be below and berating himself for it
i want to hold him i want to take him in i want to soften him, slowly, with trust i trust with love