no one’s gonna love you

my arms

Bleak. A world with no wind, no sky, no colors. Dystopia. All the trees in the world have fallen. An ashen earth. Oh… the predictable heart that will never thaw. She is… a ghost of what I thought she’d be. Remember this. In your cold cubicle and computer fantasy world, it is no longer a wonder that you spend your long nights with cats as companions. Superman isn’t coming. Tumble down. Watch my arms reaching out. No one’s gonna love you like I do. I will pull the sun from the darkness. A beacon. Better off. Warmth.