Dreamer. Undercover Overlover. ❤️
We used to be mad crazy in love
It was intoxicating
I built an altar of worship for him
I shed my skin to please him, becoming another too many times to count
It was crazy love, the best kind, I thought.
Lying to you is a way of saying I’m ashamed. I’m paranoid and curious and ashamed. That I don’t want you to think I’m nuts so I bend the truth backwards till my conscience screams in pain and my tongue recoils in confusion. It’s hard to keep track of lies.
I don’t pretend. I’m not always a very happy person. I love to make people laugh using my quirkiness; but when I’m not quirky, I’m usually sad, or bored, or both. So these are some things I do to help me out.