but I was wrong.
Really all I felt was falsely strong. I held on tight and closed my eyes. It was dumb. I had no sense of your size. It was dumb to hold so tight. But last night on your birthday in the kitchen my grip was loose. My eyes were open. I felt your shape.
but I was wrong.
Really all I felt was falsely strong. I held on tight and closed my eyes. It was dumb. I had no sense of your size. It was dumb to hold so tight. But last night on your birthday in the kitchen my grip was loose. My eyes were open. I felt your shape.