it's funny
you don't know my middle name
but you know how my touch feels
you don't know my favorite color
but you know how my lips feel against yours
you don't know my birthday
but I knew yours since you told me two years ago.
you knew how I tasted before you even gotten to know me
because you never wanted to know me.
it was never your intention,
anytime you picked me up it wasn't to see me
it was to forget her.
- you only want me when you're alone
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
love lost
Poesiasome are about mental health, love, losing someone, someone disappearing. idk these are all over the place. just thoughts wrote down to be honest
