My lover is possessive and gets mad when I don’t pay attention to her she gets sad
while I scrap here and there to clean my house, she comes at me like a melody. I put the brush down and wash my hands… I look for my phone to type these words… My lover is my creativity she must be heard first, she competes with other parts of me… Chords are her enemy🙄… 🎨🎼📸📝
convosfromwithin 