I want to be
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night.
I could start fires with what I feel for you.
she’s not perfect;
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
I love you. All of you. Not just the parts that are pretty, or sweet, or nice. I love your bitterness. I love your jagged edges. I love the scar left by your heartbreak. I love everything about you.
It was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.
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(Source: codwell, via goodbyeanditstartstosnow)