it's twelve in the morning. today i met your boyfriend and good god, he was nicer than a spring day. you deserve the best. my heart aches for you but you deserve the best. i know our situations are twisted, branches and vines curling and twining, but all i want is you. i want to lay you in my arms and breathe in everything. my love for you will never wane. there are not many constants in my life but my sickly sweet love for you is one of them, even if they are others you love more. even if i am a batch of irregularities and dry tastes in mouths. you deserve the best.
3.10.16
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