everything tastes of heartbreak/heartache- takes a chunk of my belly and feeds it to the boy i call beautiful [in whispers]; no one’s listening, and i’m calling him beautiful like it is a right. it is my right to feel the honey drip down my hands as i write about aching; everything sounds so vulgar when it’s about love. i make breakage for a living and pose as a creator. i create worlds in which i am worthy of a lover, and then i swim to where they kissed the back of my neck- it tickles/they taste the 2 week unwashed feeling of my hair and rest a secret where it is most unreachable. i twist till i fall in my dream, and wake up in an empty bed; everything tastes salty after a shower. the memory of a wrong number calls sometimes- i wish it were mine/the sky unfolds into my spine; my careless anatomy never knew what couldn’t be loved- now, the ache subsides as i twist the other way around, tied in yarn- no place to spread out.
Hey everybody you can call me MLGmatsu! I’ve enjoyed watching osomatsu san for a while now so I thought it would be fun to start an art/animation blog! To kick things off I thought I would share the banner I made for my blog! Feel free to follow me for more matsu content!