oleanderss:

when they told me
to not
make homes out of people

i laughed

because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t own

but when i turned to show you
there was only quiet

empty space

and my roots
from around your ribcage

snazziest:

I’m reading your palm and it says it belongs on my butt