I want to kiss you and more. after the sun sets I count every mile between us. I know that one day you’ll be laying next to me but my fingertips are always burnt and blistered because I’m too eager, too impatient. I think that if you touched me, I’d melt because my knees are weak for you. just the way your voice tickles my skin is enough. I refuse to let anyone but you fill the barren bits of my heart.
I want your fuckin poetry pressed hard against my skin. set my heart on fire with your tongue. shut me up with your stare and, goddamn, is your body language ever demanding. you’ve got me under your words and I worship my thought of you. I’ll let lust flourish. seven am and I’m sleepless.
wanna make out and listen to nellyville???
People used to tell me to write out my thoughts/feelings if there was anything bringing me down.
Shiiiiit that doesn’t help at all. How does someone feel relieved. It just makes it more real. It’s on fucking paper. It’s not just thoughts anymore, they’re real, they’re there.
I just think about it over, and over, and over again. Then I fix it or I leave it.
this kinda sums it up.