we will meet again as strangers who have an interesting inner desire for each other
Would you mind
if I asked you to use me?
Let me be your release
Spread me out like your bed sheets
And wrap yourself in me
Rest your head on my chest
Smear your stress across my belly
Sigh exasperations on my neck
Let my lips be your pacifier
My arms your cradle
Wrap your legs all around me
Squeeze my body like your pillow
Let your muscles relax
Fall asleep under my chin
Would you mind?
Because I’d love for you to use me
Again and again
Sometimes you meet someone, and before you know their name, you know that in the future, this person is going to mean something to you.
I never thought someone could be so fucking perfect. Then I finally found you and even your flaws make me fall in love.
People say it will get easier.
People are stupid.
It never gets easier, missing you.
And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.