you're kinda comfy

i have big hair and a bigger heart but love makes me nauseous literally. i feel you kicking inside of me while dreams and reality make out with one another their lips touch like ours once did and two beating hearts make a third

but we've been so busy being mad that even our guardian angel sees the devil in us

there's evacuation notices on our feelings you have 60 days to leave this residence and no matter where i go, i will still have to list you as a reference good or bad.

i have to count every moment

every smile

every tear,

even yours

i have to count these

moments because somewhere in that equation, it will all equal out to happiness one day.

just not today.