I think I want to write something
(I accidentally waited up)
(I wait a lot for a girl with very little free time)
(Should I go to sleep or get up to shower )
(Since when was it 1:30am)
Since last year I've been thinking about you every night before bed
What do you think about?
(Sometimes I'll also think of the sky or of floating or of flowers stuck in my throat, but I like to think of your lips and your shoulder blades)
(I like to think of the leaves stuck in my hair and of all the times we laid down in the grass)
I knew I'd fall in love with you

Pinching at my extra skin
(Scratch it for me, I'll moan)
What are your intentions now?
How do I figure them out?
Do I want to know

Cracking every finger
Every bone
Pinching every free inch of skin
I never sit still
I would be hungry if I wasn't so ******* thirsty for your touch

i think you'll get over it fast
i think you're already getting over it
and i think you'll never look at our photos again to reflect once you're done with me
you know, you give me reasons to be insecure,
it's not just my mind betraying me
you feed it.

sigh
but it's okay

it's okay
lately i try to stretch out my eyes, thinking maybe if they roll back into my head enough times i'll stop daydreaming nightmares
and it hasn't been so bad lately.
today i only dreamed of climbing trees and bee stings
and your eyes after they stopped looking at me

sometimes i drag myself across linoleum floors
let my fingernails scratch the surface
(or try to)
and i want you to leave scratch marks the next time you kiss me..
at least with you my eyes flutter instead of droop