— Charles Bukowski (via wolf-cub)
with you. the crazy one.
the one I learned to Love, after the “one”
the one I’ve learned from. And now, you learned from me.
and I still Love you.
I make good friends. Who are temporary Lovers.
You’re too crazy to be something more.
always on different pages.
but i care.
I fell asleep by myself. with nothing in my hands.
this morning i woke up holding something.
there irony is uncanny.
I think my mind is playing tricks with me.