In love, I feel full.
Like my body ate
too much.
Like everything
is slow and heavy and pregnant.
I feel tight, I
feel bound. And I am happy.
It doesn’t sound
too good, does it?
In love, I feel full.
Like my body ate
too much.
Like everything
is slow and heavy and pregnant.
I feel tight, I
feel bound. And I am happy.
It doesn’t sound
too good, does it?
