I don’t understand where your edges meet you think you see her in every perfect picture framed memory
I understand that I don’t look like a girl you want to fall in love with and this is my 17 year old realization that the last person I kissed was a  mistake
when I was trying not to break my heart that from the start knowing I  wasn’t going to make it very far
And I start falling on your lines and trace patterns of maybes on my thighs and sometimes you look better then a stupid ******* day dream so let me retrace everything I was meant to be
oh please God hold me