brown envelope

i love to make u feel awkward
cos u look damn adorable. The way your
eyes dart from side to side. Lips nervously
being bitten. Head anxiously scratched.
An empty bottle a victim of idle hands.
Pressured thoughts, pleasured thoughts.
What irony.






I'm killing you, aren't i?
Words are cheap; silence is fatal.











Darlink, when i don't blink, i don't talk either.












Can i be ur Pamela?