I wanted to feel you
in the wrinkles of my pillow, but you never liked
the way my hair smelled like cigarettes and you
swore i was pretty but you closed your eyes when
we kissed and no amount of boys with straight
teeth and questionable morals could ever make me
feel better than your fingertips on my bruised skin,
I swore i would love you forever so im taking shots
of cheap alcohol and biting your name into his lip,
i hope you remember me in the wrinkles on your bed
and the hair dye on your bathtub ledge
and ill remember you as rooftops alone and wishing
I was dead
I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each
I woke up at 7am this morning, took these photos and went back to sleep.
We were never friends; not for a second. I loved you.
First Kiss (creator asked 20 strangers to kiss for the first time)
We all love someone way too fucking much.