murmur
you’d be wasted on me, you’d be ruined. it’s not fair comparing you, but i bet it’s all the same. like me. i like to keep you close to my heart and tell you all about it, but there is only so much i know about love. it’s all the same to me, it doesn’t seem to mean a single thing. even begging me, even depriving me of oxygen, even stabbing me once, twice, i would not pull you closer than this.
