we’ve never kissed but when we do
it’ll be more than the press of your lips to mine 
;
it’ll me showing you all
the nights i’d miss you in my sleep and wake
with drying tracks on my cheeks and my breath
caught in my throat.
i’d let you swallow it all down
along with the breaths you’d
steal from my lips wide open.

whenever you begin to doubt dan’s love for us just remember that once he literally set himself on fire for our entertainment 

rain will move things
around (and make them disappear)
little things
that you might not see
through a window;
all the lost petals
pink and
white
paper boats
and poems
i wrote for you
(and tossed out)
collecting somewhere
in a sewer grate.

i remember when i smoked on my birthday i  was high as fuck and i was like “i like playing marijuana. thanks for playing marijuana with me guys.”

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