you're the girl, you’re the fish,
the one who clings,
and the one who’s cold and silent —
a strange mix, wanting warmth
but wrapped in your own chill.
it’s not just hugging,
it’s grasping, soft and slippery,
all turned inward,
a quiet kind of selfishness —
not mean, just holding on
to something that can’t hold back.
something you’re drawn to
because it feels safe to crave
what can’t ask for more.
lykai × mj × ps, 2025.
3840 × 4800 px
flomeissner
