And sometimes you turn me into miso soup. The weight of your embrace is shattering, so heartwarming it sends shivers up my spine from the most unused corners of my heart. It moves through my fault lines, sifting the hardened earth away, making space for all the tears I’ve stuck under my skin.
November 25, 2024 at 6:19 AM
And sometimes you turn me into miso soup. The weight of your embrace is shattering, so heartwarming it sends shivers up my spine from the most unused corners of my heart. It moves through my fault lines, sifting the hardened earth away, making space for all the tears I’ve stuck under my skin.
my soul of iron melted, my sharp mind softened, my heart of ice warmed by the spring sunshine. all to get closer to you, become palatable to you, be worthy of being loved by you.
November 9, 2024 at 3:21 AM
my soul of iron melted, my sharp mind softened, my heart of ice warmed by the spring sunshine. all to get closer to you, become palatable to you, be worthy of being loved by you.