cause i never knew a home

until i found your hands, and when im withered, you come to me, you're my best friend.


giddy, stones in my throat when i laugh.
sometimes i wonder if i'm falling too fast for you.
sometimes i wonder if i'm falling at all.
if this desire for someone to be close to
someone to sleep next to
is leading me towards believing i feel way stronger about you than i really do

why must i nitpick,
examine the flaws instead of the positives.
why am i looking at things this way.
yet, this is my first night in days without you.
and i'd much rather be laying with you,
even though this house is cold and comfortable,
i'd rather be sweating without air-conditioning.
i'd rather be waiting for you to come to bed at 4 in the morning.
even though you're blazed as fuck.

what the fuck am i going towards.


(<3 stop making my heart skip beats.)

someone.

buy me a new keyboard.
because the keyboard on my hp is impossible for me to type accurately on. therefore i cannot convince myself to start writing again.

but i keep reading back and i'm super pumped to finish this story.

(i don't know how it gets better than this.)

in a storm in my best dress, fearless.