i love a boy who isn't mine
but i still touch him like he is.
he gets day drunk and lays in the grass
in the lawn of public restaurants with me.
and when he's on my couch, i want to run my fingers through his hair,
i want to massage his scalp, and i want to kiss him ever so tenderly.
i want to bite his lips
i want to sink my teeth in his neck
and run my nails down his chest and back.
i want to nibble on his earlobe,
and kiss his cheeks.
i want to wake up next to him
and i never want to get up.
but i'm in love with a boy that isn't mine.