the first time you get held.. like actually held, you won't think it's magical

it's more of a gross warmthy feel and you really want your bodies to be cold instead of you being too self conscious that you might sweat all over the other..

but then you almost feel the cute feelings flowing into you and yours into them and it's so ******* refreshing.. and just warm.

i don't get crushes

but, ****.. you're beauty seems to hurt my cheeks, because they get red every time i see you

you.. you're sort of a torturer
the way you bend and twist my stomach like that.. you even slipped in some butterflies

you sick ****
when i see you, you insert crazy thoughts into my head.. like long hugs, long talks, and a comfy bed shaking

you're so bipolar
you make me love you with all that attractiveness, but when i get to be with you, you shoot me down .. like you've never loved me a day of your life

i don't get crushes.

i can't even express my extreme hate for myself properly without crying during the start of it, my words get shaky and stupid, eyes start to sting, that ****** feeling in your throat, and more hatred swarming through my veins and out of my silent screams and as i stare at the ugly tears i shed that have fallen on my pillow, more hatred pierces my toungue and makes my appetite bitter with only satisfaction coming with an empty tummy and a deep cutted wrist.

it's annoying
how i think about you with every ****** thing
i can tell that i'm just a nothing
my wrists get lonely
i start to shake, and jeez, i wish it was from excitement
the moon and i could stare at eachother and pretend you missed me
but
seriously.. my wrists can get really lonely