I would tell you I can't go to bed because
hell is loving you in my sleep and
waking up alone
and that i'd rather never sleep again
than to live through that
I would tell you that every time I open my mouth
I want you to shut it
with yours
I would tell you that you have
the kind of glance that could crack
a ribcage
and make it feel
like heaven
And I know it sounds cliché but
your breath is the water that floods
into the roots of my stomach and grows
the daisies being kissed
back into you
If I had a lover I would call these
nauseating churns
"butterflies"
If I had a lover I would think of this
infection in my head
as "you're the one I can't live without"
If I had a lover I would tell you
being lovesick
doesn't actually make me sick
And if I had a lover
I would need to learn not to **** myself
in the process
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
I would tell you I can't go to bed because
hell is loving you in my sleep and
waking up alone
and that i'd rather never sleep again
than to live through that
I would tell you that every time I open my mouth
I want you to shut it
with yours
I would tell you that you have
the kind of glance that could crack
a ribcage
and make it feel
like heaven
And I know it sounds cliché but
your breath is the water that floods
into the roots of my stomach and grows
the daisies being kissed
back into you
If I had a lover I would call these
nauseating churns
"butterflies"
If I had a lover I would think of this
infection in my head
as "you're the one I can't live without"
If I had a lover I would tell you
being lovesick
doesn't actually make me sick
And if I had a lover
I would need to learn not to **** myself
in the process
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