Our Ambiguityone.He wears cargos and goes barefoot,even though it's only March.He asks his sister to shape his eyebrows(she's better at it),and hums to himselfwhile he smudges on eyeliner.His nail polish is chippedbut he likes it that way.After two hours of walking around shirtless,he pulls his favourite t-shirt over his binder.He says,"I am here to make you question," and"Pronouns just get in my way," and"If you're confused, I must be doing something right."He writes his name in the fog on the bathroom mirror,then writes a girl's name underneath it.Then he wipes them both away,and scrawls his favourite nickname instead.
cranberry shotshe's screaming, he is actually screaminghe's on his knees and tearing all your walls down.he is screaming."look sweetheart i gave you a billion reasons,""so give me a billion and one."i'm not over you just yet.you are giving out kisses and he's just watching,he is watching with his lips quivering and his eyes are just so sad.and you are giving out kisses to everyone but him.and he is just so sad.you are a broken manbut you are the man who broke so many hearts,so.so noone seems to carethat you broke your own.but they really are just waiting for you to trail back and beg.fucking beg. they'll take you back.i will take you back. just show me you wantback.he sits on turrets and wonders when you'll let your hair back down. he just wants back, he's lost all feeling in his limbs, his knuckles are bruised and bleeding.where are you?where are you?look, here is love.and here is you.