forget i ever told you this

fuckin stupid how badly i wanted to kiss him fuckin stupid that he’ll break my heart if i let him fuckin stupid that the first poem i write in months is about a boy who’s never read anything i’ve written, and maybe never will but still i wanna get lost in the constellations of his eyes know what my name from his lips sounds like trace patterns on his skin like maps to foreign dream lands, places i’ve never been he doesn’t sugarcoat things but the stone cold statue words carved by his tongue still drip honey onto my hands leave me wanting more of his rough blunt edges his sharp solid walls chiseled like his jawline i want his fingerprints on mine want them inside my skin want him tangled up in my hair like spiderwebs like orange blossoms his face reflected in my eyes like sunsets, strawberry kiwi he is all the cinnamon whiskey i will ever need and i want to tell him to say sorry because he’s going to shatter me probably eventually and when he leaves he better not look back cuz i don’t wanna see the look in his eyes fuckin stupid how badly i wanted to kiss him fuckin stupid that i could love lose love him

just a little messy, just a little bloody

it’s never enough never enough enough enough i’m goin crazy

breakin down