i want to kiss you sometimes.
when i see the sun i think of your name. your voice sounds like windchimes and feels like the cold side of the pillow. please stay. stay. stay so i don't have to wake up in the middle of the night searching for another cold side, i can just search for your hand.
even though your hand feels like a cement block that could **** and destroy me in one instance. but that's okay i guess. i'd love to have my heart crushed by your hands. anytime, any day.
im terrified of your bare skin. every inch of you so beautiful. the birthmark on your face. ill never tell you because i will need to get the **** out of here someday and you'll realize why storms were named after people. but what the ***** in a name anyway?
i hate my name.
maybe one day you'll think of it as a beautiful word that flows so gently off of your tongue.
stay. sit down and promise me you'll keep me here and we both will stay.
stay.
i don't know if im telling myself that, or you.