your tongue is wet with a top secret passion; i hope i am the cause of it
you know i hate you,
no i hate you more
you know i love you
no i love you more
does he give you just what you need? you have your white picket fence, i kept the splinters you left
graceful and refined; you’re walking a tightrope on my spine
i think moving out will do me good. i will no longer be trapped, and i can actually start being an adult and living my life the way i should be at this age. just two more months sighs
i look back at the person i used to be and genuinely full body cringe. why was everyone so awful. especially when ur 17-19. emotions are confusing, and life is stressful at these ages. so like im not even mad anymore