ur sleeping on the couch

youre not so great at making me moan but youre kinda cute so its okay

drag your lips across my neck the way you do when you're singin into a mic- i promise the sound you'll hear will be just as sweet.
i bet you taste like peaches and sugar, the formula for saccharine fused in your molecular structure. did you know your pupils blow out when i----

watch as i slowly untangle myself from oversized hoodies and shirts, hold me as i simply lay next to you and read. i'll ask you if you want some tea, you'll say sure. i'll get up again and go make some, dancing around the kitchen in my underwear. i'll hand you your mug and we'll cuddle, watching indie movies nobody knows about. you look at me: with my messy hair, face mask on, sipping tea with a half completed novel at my side. you'll kiss my forehead and tell me you love me. i'll tell you that god i hope so and that i love you too. you ask me wether the sports bra i'm wearing is yours or mine. i'll say i don't know. you'll laugh. your hand finds it comfort in the crook of my thigh, and you draw little hearts and circles in the fabric hugging my hips. you're comfortable. i'm comfortable.