gimme dat crown bitch.

I want that undeniable kind of love when your mom asks about me I hope your cheeks turn pink and you have to keep your lips pressed shut because if you open your mouth you won’t be able to keep from telling her how fucking in love you are the kind of love you wear on all of your clothes even on your skin and between strands of hair the kind of love everyone can see, even when the two of us are on opposite sides of the room the kind of love that you can see in pictures and hear in my voice I want my voice to sound like love I want strangers to speak to me and think “wow, she’s in love.” I hope you never bite me out of the tips of your fingernails or rinse me out of your hair I hope you never shrug me off or tell your dad that we’re only friends because I’ve had that kind of love love that you can brush under the carpet when you need to the kind of love that disappears while you kiss her but comes back the second you see me I don’t want the kind of love that you can ignore, I want that in your fucking face, in your mouth, in your hair, in your teeth, on your sleeves kind of love.

Wait for someone that makes you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt and loves you so much that you can feel it through their fingertips when they brush the hair out of your eyes and lean in to kiss you.