do you really mean it when you tell me it is safe to tell you everything?
like seriously, even the gross/embarrassing/less than savory stuff?
will you change your mind about me when i do?
and am i willing to take that risk?
do you think you will ever change your heart about me?
is that a fair question to ask, even?
will you tell me where that scar is from?
what about that one?
do you want me?
how much?
do you actually have to leave so early?
can’t we have just 5 more minutes?
don’t you also want more time with me?
do i scare you?
i know i use big ass words like fate and obsession and i relish running through the lexicon of ways i yearn to communicate my desire for you but i’m not like, planning a wedding. the best part about this is how utterly freeing it all feels.
do you scare me?
that freedom is also the most terrifying part.
is it just horror movies and bugs, or do other things rattle you?
because you hide so much behind that cocky grin of yours and i often feel like i am not receiving the whole of your truth.
can you let me in, please?
i will take my shoes off at the door and close it quietly behind me. i promise to be very careful with your space and your things. i promise to take my time.
don’t you want to know more?
i know i do.
can i hold you?
can we fall asleep like this?
how often?
don’t you want to see how long we can sustain this sweetness?
because what else is there?
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