in my sketchbook your face i sketch, for you i twist, for you i stretch, and only you can calm the ache. you’re my h.h., you’re my h.h.
you see my spring, i bloom for you. my mouth produces the sweetest dew. your body is completely new. you are my cure, you are my cure.
you call me lo and make me smile, you are persistent yet you’re sly. and you make my desire thrive. and as i’m yours, you’re only mine.
i have the eyes of a baby deer. you can calm down my every fear. and through the storm, you’d carry me. you’re my d.d., you’re my d.d.

13.07.2025.

future days may come alone. cold as winter, gold as fall. take my hand and make it yours. of what are you staying because? try and sometimes you’ll succeed. for you i sing, for you i split, for this imaginary world. take my heart and make it work. you’re all my stolen missing parts, i have no need for anyone. anyone but them and you. with you i don’t feel so obscure. my body burns at single touches. without you i feel too much. a stranger’s hands, their lips on me. i feel disgusting and surreal. and always i run back to you, where i feel seen, i feel secure. future days may come all bright. and together we’re alright. my sinful heart becomes so pure. our future days, of me and you.

09.10.2025.