you taste like whiskey
you smelled like cigarettes

your ways of affection gave me butterflies
and the way you made love caused shivers

i'd fall asleep within your grasp
and you'd hold my hand and play with my hair
until the sun painted a new day

but you couldn't handle much more
your love was work
and i was the job

we didn't last
and it was all my fault

(a.t)

"i like you a lot." he spoke, his words were gentle and soft.
"i like the way your hair falls on your shoulders,"
"i like how you purse your lips when scared or nervous,"
"i like the freckles on your nose,"
"i like how you don't care what people think but when somebody needs care, you give it to them."

"i like you a lot." she spoke, her words gentle and soft.
"i like the way you part your hair to the side,"
"i like how you're the most attractive boy i know yet you're still the most down to earth."
"i like how when i run my hands over your chest, you shiver,"
"i like how you don't care what people think but when somebody needs care, you give it to them."