‘The little lucifer crying on the bedsheets of a garden. he puts his hands on my shoulders and tells me he doesn’t understand. but you don’t need to. you will thank me. you will kiss me with love our chests pressed flush together and say pretty little words of gratitude. youll be happy it was me who did it. it’s better if it’s you. tending this garden and sniping the weeds and deflowering it. it is better like this. you will thank me. it is better like this than how it was. you’ll say you love me. wilted, you’ll say thank you’
Here come the tears k cant even see the page
