it makes me afraid to know the reason why you stay, and it makes me afraid to not know it; why you give me all your afternoons while i give you all my storms, i am not a rose, but i have many thorns. and when i'm sweating cold and i throw up, why you tuck me in bed and i glow up, you read to me like it's that "Forever" thing; that darn machine is tired of breathing, how do you even see me like that?! and oh the way you sing, as if i'll live enough days for you to love. another one. this time, thankfully, i didn't forget lines. #ramonasongs maybe. maybe not. #sadlittlepoemsbyr
