wish I could rely on you to save me

          AllOfYou

My child screams sing make me feel better,

                                                        -please?

Like I could confuse cotton ball fingertips for clouds

Like I can confuse hands for substance

A regal fuck

Some nameless, handless boy I can compare to clouds

Clouds look so soft

They can save me make me feel better

Maybe you were soft

Maybe you are

You have no business saving me

Stop reading.

You took me by the drunken eyes

And like any paranoid loon I need Constance and clouds to stick my head into

But pinky promises are not legally binding

Though more so than molly bumped cheeks and shaky hands alluding to being saved