please.

i like to watch only the sad parts of movies and then leave to go seek something else, i like to make myself seem more interesting, i like to speak of things until theyre so tiring and trivial to think of they must not exist anymore, i hate looking at myself naked unless i have mason under me, i love how mason looks at me, i feel so awful until i'm with he.


i'm trapped- stranded on a one way street; nothing in front of me, a few things to recall behind me, but my everything beside me. i want to break free, but my hands ae clasped around he, i'm wrapped around he- and then i begin to see why and it all starts over to the good- then the bad.

"blue navy, blue bird-
i'm as free as free can be.
with every ounce symmetry,
maybe, the navys for me."