;immune to emotion.

once its over, i am back on the floor. back on the sidewalk, counting each line i cross.
dividing me from you more, and more each time. when you change the station, kiss the dial and a sweet beat sounds, i cannot stop my hands. they love you too much, as do i. its true, i lost. you lose. we are going to hell for wanting heavan.

all the dust is waking up, all my closets are being pulled open and revealing you. i am happy. because now you know how much i love you, and you are learning to love me more. slowly, softly, like learning to walk again. walk and stomp all over stupid little hearts. my stupid little heart should have never loved you.

but this is love, this is how i pictured it, and its finally not pixelized or memorized in my brain, its here, and its mine, and i'm yours, while youre mine, and everything is fucking beautiful,