petrichor

to her

someday i want to write a song together with you in the early morning when shards of our teeth collide and trip on each other's fingertips, when pauses are unheard of. it's funny because sometimes i hate you and sometimes i'm obsessed with you. i could have wings and they wouldn't compare to the feeling of standing on top of the world with everyone at our feet. sitting against a brick wall with your hand in my pocket and laughing when you lose your wallet and kissing the same bottle rim and buying each other cheap chokers and shitty lipgloss and listening to you talk about your crush. even when it stings like i skinned my knees on concrete i wouldn't trade it for the world.