#crush poem
“don’t call me baby
unless you mean it,
don’t tell me you need me
if you don’t believe it,
so let me know the truth
before i dive right into you.”
— dive by ed sheeran
“i miss you so much
but all i can do now
is listen to your favourite song
and pretend it is you
singing it to me.”
6 months
“kiss my forehead, but bite my lips. tuck my hair behind my ears, but leave bite marks on my shoulders. hold me tighter than you ever have before, and that means you can hold my neck tighter, too. i’ll kiss your tears away, and i can kiss the pathway down to your zipper, too. i’ll hold you when you need me or even when you don’t, and i can leave scratches on your back sometimes, too. i want to kiss you when you need it most, but also where you need it most. the way we love each other is shown not just by our affection, but the way our bodies treat each other.”
— love and sex (what i want)
“My loneliness became the fire behind my ambition. I would no longer dwell in my desire to be loved; I would simply begin to love myself. I would get busy. I would work on myself harder than ever before. I would put all of my energy I had been using to pity myself for being alone towards something wonderful for myself. I was going to fall in love with being alive and find the purpose of each day. Little did I know, loving myself would lead me to the love I had previously been searching desperately for. I hadn’t been looking, so he came right to me. Self love is everything. Never underestimate the power of your own drive.”
— the night i turned myself around (10:07 PM)
“kiss my forehead, but bite my lips. tuck my hair behind my ears, but leave bite marks on my shoulders. hold me tighter than you ever have before, and that means you canhold my neck tighter, too. i’ll kiss your tears away, and i can kiss the pathway down to your zipper, too. i’ll hold you when you need me or even when you don’t, and i can leave scratches on your back sometimes, too. i want to kiss you when you need it most, but also where you need it most. the way we love each other is shown not just by our affection, but the way our bodies treat each other.”
— sex with the one you love (CS, 10:25 PM)
“i hated the way that he made me feel — absolutely, uncontrollably giddy. so giddy that my lips refused to reform to their usual pout; forced into a consistent smile. so giddy that my stomach erupted with the most delicate of butterflies everytime his name popped on my screen. so unbelievably giddy that i couldn’t even bring myself to hate it — i fucking loved it.”
— giddy for you (CS, 5:38 PM)
““and she was greedy,” he said, a gentle smile forming on his face. “but she was greedy in all the right ways. she didn’t want material things. she was greedy for the feeling of being loved so much that her heart felt happy almost all the time. she was greedy for being called princess and baby. she was greedy for my eyes, and for my laugh. for the way my lips felt on hers. for the way her small body fit in my big sweaters. she was greedy for my love. and oh god, was I ever greedy for hers.””— Greedy (6:38 AM)
“not even the thousands of miles between us could change the way we felt about each other.”
— i miss you (JB, 5:02 PM)
“she wanted to be the one to make him smile. she wanted to feel the purpose in his hands as they explored her body. she wanted to run her fingers through his hair as he fell asleep. she wanted to know about his past and become his future. she wanted to kiss him harder than she had ever kissed anyone before. how come it couldn’t be that easy?”
— parallels pt 2 (1:02 am)
“he wanted to know what her lips would feel like on his. he wanted to tuck her curls behind her ear when they fell in front of her perfect face. he wanted to wrap his arms around her delicate body. he wanted to comfort her when she cried and rub her back. he wanted to play her favourite song and dance around the kitchen. he wanted to here that goddamn laugh for the rest of his life, no matter what it took. he wanted to reach out and have her. how come it couldn’t be that easy?”
— parallels pt 1 (12:54 AM)
“i could drive around with you all night, listening to your shitty music and singing the words to each other. as long as i get to stare into those big brown eyes and watch you run your fingers through that curly brown hair, i will be eternally grateful.”
— thursday, june 4th, CL (chicago freestyle)
