so like, basically

we’ll paint mud under our eyes &you’ll tie leaves in your ponytail

i love to watch your lips move and when you leave me alone in your apartment and i already miss you

and then i look around and i see all those books

and i think about taking an exacto knife and cutting each sentence out of each book and trying to fold them neatly on top of each other so that they fit in your head

and i think “i could use all these books to keep warm if i wanted”, if you didnt have a heater

and then i imagine myself buried under books and then you come home and i am under them and you are maybe worried and pluck each one off of me to find me

but then i’m just there, quiet and smiling and i am fine

i am kind of insane