a perfect fit, you and me.

I hate tomatoes , but you love them.

I pretend i’m doing you a favor by giving you my vegetables , and you pretend to thank me.

we’re flawless.

I prefer washing the dishes, and you prefer to dry them.

We work together after dinner, and you always somehow end up with suds in your hair.

we’re ideal.

You’re the calm breeze of wind and i’m the sudden bust of rain.

Our lives are perfect.

The car seats are set just right, according to our hight.

Our favorite mugs are set next to each other, waiting for our morning tea.

The blanket I love and you claim to hate but always steal from me while watching our favorite show.

The playlist in which our music tastes blend and create the soundtrack to our road-trips.

The way I feel safe beside you, and you hold me as if the world was ending.

I want to be there for you.

I want to be the one who was there since the beginning.

I want to be the one cheering you on from the sidelines.

I want to be the one that helps you study.

The one you cry to when someone breaks your heart.

The one who holds you’re hand when we graduate.

The one who’ll get daily calls when you’re in collage.

I want to be your maid of honor, the godmother to your daughter, the one who is with you every step of the way.

I want your mom to love me like a daughter, i want my house to feel like a second home.

And your gifts

I have your clothes

And your notes

But worst of all,

i don’t dance in the rain, i sit under my umbrella

waiting for my best friend to turn into cinderella

i don’t blast my music, i quietly hum.

i don’t look mysterious, i just look dumb.

my life is a series of bad news and all i want is for once to be someone’s fucking muse .

i’m so tired.

i want someone to tell me they love me,

i want people to say i look good in a baggy tee.

i want to sit on my roof watching the sunset,

i want to listen to music from an old cassette.

please notice me.