i want to know what your skin looks like dappled by sunlight.
your smile is criminally warm.
would your hands be cold in mine?
are they bigger?
what does it feel like to cry on your shoulders?
how warm are your cheeks?
i think i could spend every tomorrow looking at you and not get tired of it.
beautiful people do exist, huh.
i'm so happy i was on that stupid app.
dumb little cute face and dumb little gremlin personality and smug, self-satisfied bastard person.
you look like you're made of stars and dreams and dandelion wishes.
can i have the honour of kissing you?
i wonder when you'll find out i'm not really who you think i am.
you make me want to be more okay with who i never was.
maybe i'm okay like this.
maybe i'm not broken, maybe i never fell off the curve, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
maybe tomorrow is worth sticking around for.
thank god you texted me.
i sound like an eager puppy, what the fuck?
i must be lovesick.
gross.
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what i would've gave
Poetry#17 in poetry! part 1 - there are so many things i wish i could tell him. ask him. scream at him. but he's not coming back and i don't want it. not anymore, not the way i used to. the day i stopped calling him dad was the day he died. part 2 - som...
