stick and poke your name onto my skin with a with a rusty needle,
youre painful and faded
i think a lot about his eyelashes and how he looks at me before we kiss
i wish i didnt miss
your skin on my skin and your hands around my neck
but i do and i will till you come back and i can feel you pressed against me and ill be whole again
sometimes i close my eyes and picture waking up next to you, your mouth slightly parted and your hand in mine
i hope i wake up from this dream sometime
youre too good to be real
from your lips, to your words, to your smile
i can feel
myself losing you even though you arent mine yet