I want the boy who's never even bothered to pick up a pencil in his spare time to fall for me so **** hard the only form of solace he finds is in filling notebooks with poetry about how my eyes look like the sunsets he never bothered to watch before he met me, how my skin is so soft he has to say it out loud just to feel the words on his tongue, how my kiss sent him to heaven and how he felt like he had it better here on earth in my bed. And I know I'm not the only ******* the planet, but I want to give him tunnel vision; sunglasses tinted with love so strong that he's only able to see me in everyone he meets, see my face on crowded streets and hear my voice is silent rooms. I want him to love me more than I loved you. I want him to show me that it's possible.