you make me feel like i wanna be a dumb blonde...

emptiness that experts on the matter would call love. i don't know a love like this. but i do know you. and that is enough. i know the feel of you, the intimacy of you, the fragments of you that stick to me when i sit in bed, in your clothes , playing pretend. i've always played good pretend, but lately, it just isn't as fun anymore. i want us to break into being together, rilke-style,

spank, i don't know why we're doing this again but i do miss you miss me.