than a sex with the guy, you are so madly in love with.
under the bottle of the best Bacardi that you could find.
and look, the sun is burning out brighter.
when you see him off, cuddling yourself in bed all day.
eating leftovers of margarita and watching GA 10th again.
they say, i am impossibly cruel.
but actually, my guts are so simple.
amalgamation?
they also say (shout?) that this romance is overdosed.
which certainly makes me out the rails and non-rational.
but see, even if i am hooked, that totally feels as fitting.
...
nah, p on my keyboard is dead, so i try to run words out of it.)
and i am going to cook now and build a Xmas tree.
gotta get my coats outta the cleaning too.