us as people, do alot of stupid things…
maybe loving without a doubt is just one of them?
my skin is warm, my soul is cold… my willpower is all but fleeting. these games we play make us oh so weak, as delightful as they are. we’ve come so far for pain and heartbreak, but we’ll smile all the while as we bring each other to our knees. in the world we are so preoccupied with, where the utterly insane are the wisest among us; this is where those who lose all die grinning from ear to ear…
the pleasure would be all mine
dont know why we needed to write it down, the words just dont make sense;
