I Have The Single Bad Because All I Want To Do Is Write Love Poetry For My Partner. Write Words On Their

I have the single bad because all I want to do is write love poetry for my partner. Write words on their skin. But none of that will happen.

I want bruises on my thigh.

Sometimes, I think the stories of old were just used to explain the complicated simply. It was about the delicate balances of the world and we just use different stories to describe it, but ultimately we were trying to say the same thing.

If I combust, it's because my soul wants to create but there's a dam where my spirit meets my brain.

Wish I had someone to read to.

What if the reason why creative people are attracted or plagued by darkness is because our universe dawned in it?