"a poem begins with a lump in the throat" 🥀

i want to be with you, talk to you, hug you tight, kiss you softly, and give you my time.

i’m terrified of forgetting how your face looks

i think imagining your teacher fucking you raw is a a canon girlhood experience

I got nothing to lose except you and maybe my mind

yeah sex is great but have you ever been praised by your tc? best feeling ever.

I love the way he smiles it makes me weak

Sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you.

I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.

guys, I need him in a way that is concerning to the public eye