you told me you have a switch that can turn emotions on and off you make it sound so bloody casual and it scalds my heart with bitter frost
i'm so insanely desperate for your company, being close to your feels right and everything else wrong and you kiss my head and lace your arm around my it's-called-the-small-of-your-back
but i'm so annoying and over encompassing and smothering and opinionated and you say you like that but i don't and i don't get how you could
and i'm just a silly little girl who likes playing with your hair and making you angry but it keeps me up at night thinking about that switch and you're
so big next to my small
amount of experience and
headbutts for kisses won't
cut it for much longer
