I lock my door at night because I’m scared
you’ll sneak in quietly and kiss me on the forehead
or traipse in with the morning and bring me coffee.

I wouldn’t put it past you,

the way you smile when you look at me.
Put your arm around me in public,
and offer me your milk when I run out.
You tell me I’m such a sweetie pie, you can’t get over it.
but you don’t know me, and you don’t ask questions.
I don’t know what I’ll do if I have to hear another cutsey nickname
and if you tickle me one more time I swear I’ll
break your ******* nose.

I’m trying to tell you, to warn you
“No, I’m not a sweetie pie, you’ll find out soon enough”
you’re just not enough, and you’ll find out soon
It’s like you’re afraid to break me when I let you kiss me.

Break me, please.

I’m just dying for some danger, for that boy from Ohio.
You hold me good at night but a bad girl can’t live on snuggles alone.
Seriously.
I would sass you until you put your hands on me,
but you're not worth the effort.
Nothing is intense or brave. You are not an adventure.