Yellow turns this courage badge into a valentinal trash. 
These are the crushes meant to crush you. 
The contact was dry, but exasperating like a teething smile. 
Pulse by pulse, i honor the we weather to myself into her hands, and for an angel even she knew it well. when my drool dropped past her lips. 
A dead man floating in one in a forgetful moment. 
She saw it haunted in my eyes when they finally opened, coughing up blood like a throat. 
No, lover let go of my neck. 
We knew together that every crack in the wall is a step towards release of the lascivious waters i no longer wade through.