Notes
i woke up at three pm thinking of us,
non-existent ties i've come to terms with
but find harder to swallow with each passing day.
ben knows me and air, knows you and himself,
while i'm here hoping it all falls apart.
i'm the baby who gets it all,
the enfant terrible that wishes chaos on all
but desires love above all... roses and all, you and all.
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