I want to be able to look at you and feel nothing
Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.
how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.
— 6 a.m. thoughts (via kjngn
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.