wanna meet hunter
ohh ohh i dont want to loose you i want everything to just keep progressing (slowly of course) and i eventually want everything to be frosted over like a wedding cake (not that i'm suggesting marriage)i want something so proper and delicate no one wants to touch it (except for us) because i adore you and i really have nothing else
jumping sinking i am so damn tired of all those stupid boys who just want ass and the girls who want to stab their friends in the back because all we have is this tinsey little bond that we wear around are wrist so we can put are hair up later right before we go sleep and have those drug induced dreams of his hands holding and his lips not far from kissing and 24 hours later its real and we have stars on my jeans cos you've always been better than me and its not me decision and with the days there is understanding and now i know it matters for we found some equal ground and i'm testing the soil and hauling that dollar store can to water the seed i planted among weeds so you wont notice it till its fully developed then you'll stick your hands on your hips and go wow you were right we can be perfect and i've never felt so sane which unfortunately you mistake for discomfort as when were in the dark breathing in axe and beer and letters i heard you whisper under your breathe and i pinch the skin on the back of my hand to see if this is real and i push my toes to the roof of my shoes to see if i can feel and i try to impress you by the way i blow out smoke and the ideas i can form because you've complemented my being and the curve of my ass i'm soaking in these moments as i do a hot bath with the candles, ani and fancy soaps purchased at bath and body works and i still cant find a exfoliant that will really erase you from my breast or my head where you permantely reside with all my super smart thoughts i use to say you had ruined me but now i see it was the valley before the peak of living and everything your the perfect little accessory for my new self
jumping sinking i am so damn tired of all those stupid boys who just want ass and the girls who want to stab their friends in the back because all we have is this tinsey little bond that we wear around are wrist so we can put are hair up later right before we go sleep and have those drug induced dreams of his hands holding and his lips not far from kissing and 24 hours later its real and we have stars on my jeans cos you've always been better than me and its not me decision and with the days there is understanding and now i know it matters for we found some equal ground and i'm testing the soil and hauling that dollar store can to water the seed i planted among weeds so you wont notice it till its fully developed then you'll stick your hands on your hips and go wow you were right we can be perfect and i've never felt so sane which unfortunately you mistake for discomfort as when were in the dark breathing in axe and beer and letters i heard you whisper under your breathe and i pinch the skin on the back of my hand to see if this is real and i push my toes to the roof of my shoes to see if i can feel and i try to impress you by the way i blow out smoke and the ideas i can form because you've complemented my being and the curve of my ass i'm soaking in these moments as i do a hot bath with the candles, ani and fancy soaps purchased at bath and body works and i still cant find a exfoliant that will really erase you from my breast or my head where you permantely reside with all my super smart thoughts i use to say you had ruined me but now i see it was the valley before the peak of living and everything your the perfect little accessory for my new self