i was playing skindred and you were looking at me with an undeniable smirk and i pulled you closer, not with my hands but with my eyes and i can stay awake til 4am writing poetry for you

and i'd never sleep again to write poetry for you

and i'd never talk again so i could listen to all your words and all your stories

and i'd never walk again unless it meant beside you

and i'll never grasp anything tighter than i did you

and i'll never caress anything the way i did you because i'll never be within reach of something more precious

and i want to touch you, not even sexually, i just want to feel the hairs on your arms rise because of my fingertips

you are so pretty
i'd give my eyesight so that the images of you burned into my brain aren't ever replaced