imagine being the subject of someone's poetry

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you dont wanna mess with me i cry easily

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

I know I’m not easy to love. I’m a chronic over-thinker. I overreact more than I should. And every once in a while, I might be a little insecure. But if I am in love with you, I can promise you wholeheartedly that you will be loved with so much passion and intensity that you’ll forget what life felt like before I came along. You will always be cared for and you will always have someone in your corner. Maybe I’m not the best at being loved - but I like to think I’m pretty good at loving.

I want my children to grow up seeing what real genuine love is between two people

don’t kiss me on my neck unless you tryna get fucked

touch yourself and think about me

Go to sleep knowing some of the best days of your life are yet to come.

I want to road trip and watch sunsets and get drunk on the beach

Somewhere between emotional and emotionless