bricks sewn into our pockets
laid like patchwork, woven into a promise
motionless and sinking
i won’t ever fucking leave
sweet peach, it’s spring time in the gaps between us, subtle violets pushing through. i could be buried here with you.
right now,
as i write this down,
you are the moonlight creeping in
it is fucking insane to me that home is where is not the biggest emo band of the wave rn. they are crazy crazy good and a big inspiration to me your arms are my cocoon