Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin How I was blind towards everything else besides your face That now comes in my nightmares sometimes It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes When to me, they were your most wonderful of

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each