#this type

—passing thru, just want this supriya mb on my blog ヽ(●´ε｀●)ノ

Maybe it’s too much privacy, maybe we can start sharing things a bit more. I don't want to be displaced from everything anymore. 

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I want a love like Me thinking of you Thinking of me thinking of you type love Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself About how I feel about you type love Or hating how jealous you are But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love Or see how my first name looks so good next to your last name And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you And I barely made it out of my garage See, I want a love that makes me wait until he falls asleep And wonder if he’s dreaming about us being in love type love Or who loves the other more Or what he’s doing this exact moment Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good Could hurt so much when he’s not there And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love And, I want to place those little post-it notes All around the house so he never forgets how much I love him type love And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about him type love And hope I make him feel as good as he makes me feel And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves And just like in high school I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit And then fall asleep and then wake up with him right next to me And have my covers smell like him type love I want to try counting the ways I love him And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries Even though they ain’t really anniversaries But doing it just ‘cause it makes him happy type love And, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays When none of us dialed into it type love And talk to you until I lose my breathe He leaves me breathless But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of him back into me I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan To something allows me to talk to him longer ‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of those high cell phone bill type loves And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time To love you as long as I’d like to type love And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter Just thinking about how strong this love is type love And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair Well, maybe not all of the hair Maybe like I cut the split ends or something But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for him And I kind of feel comfortable now So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light Just dying to get hit by a car Just so I could lose my memory Get transported to some third world country just to get treated Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love I want a love that’s as unexplainable as he is But I’m taken, so he’s gonna be the one I share this love with