i stayed up until 5 in the morning talking to you. because you were so pissed. i wanted to make sure you were okay. i wanted to hold you in my arms. i wanted you to open up to me, but thats okay i know how you are. you asked why i was still awake at 5 in the morning, i told you because i care. and its true, you’re the only thing in the world i care about more than myself. and ive never felt so defeated over someone elses pain.
well mannered boys who are into kinky shit behind closed doors
respectful boys who spank you til you’re bruised
calm boys who only lose it when someone else touches you
i try to tell myself is not love. that im not inlove with you. the feeling you give me is strange. ive only loved once. how can i love you when i barely know you. but i do know you. i know all the little things you used to tell me at 3am when my head was on your chest. but those times are long gone. i dont know how to tell you. i really think this is love.
I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.