fuck off
i want to kiss u way too much:
right in between ur angel eyes and all around ur cheeks, on the tip of ur nose and on ur jaw and down ur neck and scattered across ur perfect stomach
ur so fuckin pretty u make my heart fuckin soar
i would let you wreck me
i said as if i'm not already letting you with each word i write
my words never sound quite right, though,
so for every song that reminds me of you—
i'll put into a list
in the bottom of my notes
so that no one else will find it.
but if they did,
ever find it, that is,
they would know exactly how i felt about you, and all of the times that you made me cry.
the story, of how, you reached straight into my chest, with your delicate fingers and your sweet sticky honey smile, and your angel eyes;
and tattooed your name right onto my heart. made your presence known in each quivering beat, so that, now, my heart's never quite without you. i don't think a day goes by when i don't think about you.
now you've got scared again because i can feel you sucking me in swallowing me whole
and oh god im so scared because 'all my thoughts they look like you'.
and i don't think you have the slightest idea
but i know enough by now to know that i can't do anything about it.
so if you love me at all: (please, please just) fuck off with those angel eyes of yours.
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 - (𝟎𝟎𝟏)
الشعر"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭." a poetry book of sorts. full of emotions and 3 am thoughts. a glimpse at my heart if you will. have a look if you'dlike. *lowercase intended
