untitled.

these hollows shaped like my fears the same: dense

these hollows, my fears the same: dense

these hollows and my fears at once: dense

brooding 

over the shoulder of 

an honest lover

dove-tail into 

flood and fleece 

wining and dining 

looking into floor plans that are a bit too large 

it could all be shit

or if i could’ve laid in the grass with you forever, that might’ve been it