green-onigiri

I'm use to. I'm use to the fake smile that I put upon my face every morning. Every morning I put on those shoes that don't fit me anymore. Anymore do they fit than the place my heart has reserved for you. Reserved for you to fill up with your attention and your care. Your attention and your care, things I don't feel, need to feel. Need to feel your soft skin on my dry hands that beg for yours. Beg for your love, which doesn't show at all. Which doesn't show at all because you are too nervous. Because you are too nervous, I try my best to relax you. To relax you is impossible when you don't even wanna be with me. When you don't even