i mean yeah i want you to push me up against the wall and kiss my neck but at the same time i just want to lay in bed snuggled up to you while playing with your hair and listening to our favorite bands
He was midnight. He was midnight and he was beautiful, and his voice tasted like cherries. I told myself to never believe that darkness could feel so good, that a twinkling star here and there could mean promise and potential. I prayed that I could remember not to let myself be attached oh-so-quickly to someone so temporary. But a strength both fiery and controlled doesn’t rest under every set of skin on bones, and his reached out to me in ways that’d be too hard to ignore.