an ode to playing wi...

an ode to playing with fire

we're swapping stories catching those fleeting feels chasing them dragons over our meals

your couch shared your artwork admired
the laughter we had you were so fucking desired

my shoes are untied as I'm falling harder but it's too late now why even bother?

my reality checked your parameters had been given your warnings were ignored I was simply living

our honest talks I finally felt zen I accepted all of it and un-wondered "when"

but those black tights and the spells you cast we had some spooky nights what a shame it couldn't last

but no expectations I was simply grateful for sharing space with you whenever I was able.