Vibrations, tounge and cheek, 
what words are worth to even speak anymore? 
In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress. 
I hope when I fall asleep the pillow eats my teeth. 
Warm color schemes, mostly red 
like a flower without it’s nectar. 

and I think I love you,
but you’ll never find out.

(Source: xmolluck)