Why are you so clumsy? You should stop staring at your feet when you walk.
Let's go on a walk today along the river.
You're so awkward.
I love your personality.
Why do you text so much?
I love reading your writing.
We need to fix your posture.
I love your body.
Your humor is so weird.
I've never laughed so hard as with you.
Am I both of these? Am I none?
A convertible. Leaning back and looking at the stars. A drive at night. Chasing after the aurora borealis. London Grammar. Playing on the stereo as we drive through a new country. Coffee shops. Eating
What were your plans for me? Did you have any? Or was it just a game? Do you enjoy the mystery of torture? Of arrogance? Of power? A game of harm and pain? Was there even a goal?
Like a doe with big eyes, I walk vulnerably into the unknown With more shields, but more softness Will I be drawn into lightness, magic, serendipity Or darkness It’s a flip of a coin What does today b