even in your attempts at violence, I see your vulnerability, rusted fingers reaching out to touch me,

I like me

going on a date and getting murdered here …

vibes of 1981

Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.