I wanna be with you on a million different days in a million different ways
I want my sheets, my pillows, my towels and my hair to smell like you
I want to leave your side with your geography memorised,
to the point where if I needed to, I could write flash card upon flash card
about your face, your smile, your thighs, your throat
I don't want you to be my boyfriend
I don't want you to say you love me
I just want you to stay right in that spot,
that spot right above me
rocking into me, you're so funny.
I want to walk around every day with a new mark from your mouth or your hands
on my throat from where you ****** me a gentle apology;
for before when you throttled me so hard I saw stars
when everything went black all I saw was you
and woke up proud of those marks too
I don't want you to be my boyfriend
I don't want you to say you love me
I just want you to stay right in that spot,
that spot right above me
rocking into me, loving me
musings of a recently turned adult, adult relationships are really weird? mostly about a boy who I don't love who doesn't love me but I want to love him and I want him to love me