"Like for a tbh and rate" was your status and I liked it at 10pm and you rated me a 8.5 and said I was funny so I deleted the post because an 8.5 isn't good enough for me because funny 8.5s aren't the kinda girls you date and not being the kind of girl you date KILLED me at 14
Jesus I thought being called an 8.5 by you was the end of the world because everyone thought I was popular and pretty and I've never gotten less than a 10 for liking those stupid posts and to think that you didn't think I was as pretty as all the other guys did KILLED me at 14
Love me as much as a supermodel
At least as much as the Super Bowl
As much as a tax-free bonus
A royal flush with an ace in the hole.
Love me as much as keg beer,
On a vacation in the tropics;
As much as a Lamborghini.
Or any other guy topics.
Love me as much as pinups
Of mammalian girls on cars.
Love me as much as running backs
And other famous sports stars.
Love me as much as sleeping late
And breakfast in your bed.
Forget about big busted babes
And love just me instead.
Love me more than blue jeans
And excessive highway speed.
Love me more than days off
Home-made beers and weed.
Love me more than basketball
tone fit body
he’s a perfect guy
smart with wit
this is it
I can say
please take me away
to this man
with a freckling tan
and says what’s right
take me away for the night
…sometimes I’m taken over in butterflies
for a perfect guy with light green eyes
i picture you in the morning
you are my favorite sunrise
the light that floods my bedroom
with the shades still drawn
you remind me of freshly
cut grass and newly lit candles
and other things that i imagine
a home would feel like
the soft spot on the back
of my head has never been so welcoming
to anything but your hands and this is what
makes me want to be more gentle
i am nothing but a hummingbird
and the way your lips part
right before you say my name
and when you say my name
it sounds like a lullaby
it feels like the cracking of your
bones as you stretch and rise and
picture me in the morning
and we are together
and you are the most beautiful thing i have seen in my whole life
and i am the most beautiful thing i have seen in my whole life
and we are together
Snapchat me at 11 pm
Are you drunk for courage or for remission?
"I like you"
"I want to fuck you"
You say, "call me" and we talk until 3am because I think I like you too and mostly because I know, we know, we're both so lonely.
It seems like you only talk to me when you're drunk but my mind tells me it's better than being ignored, like after Halloween when you moved to a new table. I thought it was the kiss and I still don't know if you remember or if you just pretended to forget. I remember, because you don't forget cinnamon liquor - like your skin, warm and bright.
I left town last week and you snapchatted me saying you missed me, at 3am again, in my new bed. You're leaving in August and I'm scared. Because I'll miss you too.