Different

We are intertwined, bound up like vines growing on a round roof outside (kinda tangled but real nice to look at)

Healthy outer layer with shade on the inner side
Grossed out by the slime
Rejoin come dinner time
And talk about what we learned on the sunny side

Running down my inner thigh
Onto the sheets I ripped and dyed
And gave to you to hide your bed instead of mine

Cup of black coffee and the smell of rot in the air reminds mе of another in a good way (not in the bad way that I’m so used to thеse days). I can taste clean fried eggs with salt and pepper cooked into them and the well-kept iron too, and I feel peaceful and sad in a good way (not in the bad way that I’m so used to now)

I’m a different kind of happy now