my mouth tastes like pennies and your hand is too warm on my thigh under your parents table and i wish you would move it and i know the way you squeeze softly would be attractive to other girls but i am not other girls
i used to read books out loud to you and when i stumbled over words you would stroke my hair and i don’t think you even heard a word i was saying
you say you love math because there is no uncertainty and i think about how i am never a fixed point and i wonder if this is why you’re not always there when i wake up
you tell me you know me better than myself
my face feels too tight and flushed and i am not a crier but i wish i was now
you like to control me and i like to control me and i feel guilty for this
her lips look very soft on your cheek and it’s been a few months but i remember you never let me kiss you in public. she has bigger eyes than me and i still think about you
there are 2 bottles of sleeping pills and my favorite knife and a pack of cigarettes under my bed and i kissed a boy whose name i don’t know last weekend and it felt good
i haven’t cried myself to sleep in three weeks
your hand is too high up on my leg and i want to go home
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
my mouth tastes like pennies and your hand is too warm on my thigh under your parents table and i wish you would move it and i know the way you squeeze softly would be attractive to other girls but i am not other girls
i used to read books out loud to you and when i stumbled over words you would stroke my hair and i don’t think you even heard a word i was saying
you say you love math because there is no uncertainty and i think about how i am never a fixed point and i wonder if this is why you’re not always there when i wake up
you tell me you know me better than myself
my face feels too tight and flushed and i am not a crier but i wish i was now
you like to control me and i like to control me and i feel guilty for this
her lips look very soft on your cheek and it’s been a few months but i remember you never let me kiss you in public. she has bigger eyes than me and i still think about you
there are 2 bottles of sleeping pills and my favorite knife and a pack of cigarettes under my bed and i kissed a boy whose name i don’t know last weekend and it felt good
i haven’t cried myself to sleep in three weeks
your hand is too high up on my leg and i want to go home
