i don’t think i was meant to be “one of those girls”.
who are nonchalant, naturally beautiful, who has everything going for them.
i am a hurricane, i am a tornado.
i destroy everything around me without trying.
tell me that i consume your mind.
tell me you dreamt of me.
tell me you couldn’t sleep because of me.
tell me how my lips are like a drug to you,
that you miss how they taste.
tell me that my scent intoxicates you,
how your sheets still smell like me.