go feet first into the shoes you were always meant to fill. cuba is about to be destroyed, but i'm only thinking of the way it burned in our collective mouths last night. presents from far off places, delivered by the girl i love most, shapes me into someone i have spent a year longing to be. buzzing leads to looking leads to touching leads to kissing leads to finally getting to enjoy this moment. and i wore pink and cried mascara onto your punkrock shirt. darling, you are too much to handle but i never want to stop trying to get a hold of you.
