depthseas

short words mean heartbeats when you arent. and you are bloodpressure, whether you like it or not. next to red blood cells you backcrawl through the trees, finding yourself eating leaves near my coeur. im not a sad girl until you swim, until you cycle over hills, under hells to get me closer. i make myself think about anything but airplanebridges, oceans, the number fourteen, parents and priests just incase you come back. i fall in love with you again, everytime i hear you say button or love or sigh, or pick up your bike and ride 60 miles west, to see new faces. sometimes She is stutterfilled, sometimes She is waterfal