I spend more time
thinking about what to tell you
when I ought to be
telling you what I think.
Feelings for you
have nothing to do
cooped up in the center of my head.
They catch me asleep
stick to my sleeves
and refuse to go another day unsaid.
THEY HAD A FLOATING CITY.
THE IMPOSSIBLE ISLAND. SURE, WHY-NOT?
INTRODUCING THE VERY FIRST FIELD SANDSTORM.
LETS JUST ADD A SUPER COOL HM ALLOWING US TO MAGICALLY BREATHE UNDER WATER.
I’M PRETTY SURE THIS IS THE FIRST IN GAME CUTSCENE.
INVENTED DOUBLE BATTLING Y’KNOW. CASUAL.
CREATED POST-GAME BADGES.
And I mean come on, guys. The Acro bike. Life or life?
wait how the hell is april almost over already it just started like yesterday
Sorry for that tear
I dropped on your chest.
Although I don’t think you minded much
You gave me that look
(the one you give after I cry)
gently reassured lines across my skin
wall of pillows for support as I lean in
just as there were no words then
there aren’t nearly enough now
our swimsuits are dry enough
the rain is loud enough
your room is dark enough
we are just awake enough
to hold each other and make it count
