marcos-zx

newton’s laws never applied to you. maybe tomorrow won’t come, and we will always be a few gestures short of decryption. maybe you are that glint on the edge of the horizon; intoxicated flirtation of a star, of a wish whispered into skin that cannot listen. I traced so many apologies into your spine; Dear Amy, my body is an empty bookshelf and I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a perfect ending. Dear Amy, you are more than the hands that hollowed you and made you quiet. Dear Amy, stunted emotional development is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll hurt you I’m so scared I care about you, you’r