says,
‘ ‘ i don’t do i love yous . ’ ’ * ONYX EYES FIXEDLY STARE , with a teetering iris as the creases of sockets begin to swell . he sits at a window of vulnerability lying in this unmade bed , pondering change . a change that would dethrone his indulgence , all the years he spent taking , and taking , AND TAKING , now an old broken man atop of everything he’s taken , alone . to succumb to those tauntings , those demons , he laid skeptical . LIE ROBERT … DO WHAT YOU DO BEST , LIE , LIE . he distinctly inhales and in a humiliation , buries his face into the crook of dominick’s narrow . he is not fireproof after all . ‘ ‘ … but i want to with you . ’ ’ / @dnddaddy.