the ugly writers

Sprocket

I have mastered stitching back my stitches Plastering back my cracks Gluing back as many pieces as I can And I need no one to hand me my tools I need no care to run my machine
the ugly writers

On Love

She's in love, with a man who adores her, cherishes her imperfections, cuddles her on and off. Yet she's afraid to love, to lose
the ugly writers

Miles

So love listen, fuck long distance My words will reach you My love will stay true Always love, as long as I can
everyone happy

Everyone’s Happy

On three, let’s play pretend You smile, I smile, everyone’s happy Let’s take a snap of it, too, shall we? *click Before we snap out of this fabricated “you + me” You know what? Let’s put a caption, too, shall we?…