My head being blown up
Just like my phone
I can’t take the pressure
What did I get myself into
I feel like I’m going crazy
With an urge to yank my hair
And slam my head
Against a wall until it bleeds
Scream to let the pressure out
And sob to release the weight

you take my breath away
like that dense soccer ball
that was punted to my stomach
in the fourth grade

i like the way you tease me
and drag your cold fingers
across the small of my back
just to get the tingles

i like the way you touch
and pull at my shorts
and tear at my shirt
so that the holes expose my goosebumps

i like the way you play with my hair
and tug it when we
get ***** on the grass
just a little yank

and the perfect way you hunch
thats what gets me the most
because it makes you like no one else
it makes you taste like you