that you wrecked me,
I am the only one who has the power to do that.
I loved you, and I ruined myself,
I wrecked myself,
I destroyed myself.
hot guy: i sprained my wrist
me: okay take off your underwear
do you just stare at someone’s lips & get a massive urge to just make out with them.
I just wanna cuddle, make out. watch netflix and maybe totally have rough sex
I want you
how the wolf wants the full moon on a starless night.
I want you,
like a crisp fall evening, that sudden switch from Summer to fall, and everything turns cool.
I want you,
how children desire Santa, curiously laying cookies and milk almost every Christmas, but never actually seeing Santa.
I desire you,
in the breach of my arms, to cradle in my breast. To captivate your soul by staring into your eyes, I think I need it.
I know I do,
I need some sort of penicillin, to clear this cold you give me because when I want fall you are winter. When I need cookies and milk you give me flour and say bake. When I reach out to hold you, you see through me, and walk right past me.
I want you clear and ready.
I want you not confused- because here It is written in plain English words.
I want you.
You desire a romance- a
business matter between two sporadic beings. Solely business. Nothing more. Business so that way when you two meet, it’ll be hot and sweaty. Maybe in the corner of a restaurant, hidden. So passionate that the ice cream she cradled with her vulvaciously red lips slipped down into the crack of her cleavage. You couldn’t take it, so you took her back to your car and parked behind that restaurant and made love-
you fucked her senselessly. You desire to be able to call her when she’s at work and pop up and see her in her cute little librarian outfit. Then pile her down onto the crap-load of books and read her. Really read into her. And on Sundays take her out to the park and pretend like it’s all childish shit, puppy love. And you begin to lose your mind into the swirls of her long dark curls. And her smile. And her eyes, and then you forget that it’s only business.
And she is only a book.