A sweet smell coming from her dress and a purple sweater.
My friend has most of her closets of that color, so I find it so pretty.
A sweet smell coming from the oven, cookies ready to be eaten.
I like the way things goes when people I love are around, the world goes slower and the things are warmer.
So I stay in the moment, or at least I try to do so.
And the scent that goes on her hair, the one on her conditioner, it smell like home to me.
I breath freely, the dawn coming and me still awake.
Cause I wish I've felt this sooner, but I know I couldn't.
A family not of blood, but of similar thoughts and same way to desire the world.
A family that I couldn't fit inside, the role of the scapegoat.
Still awake, I remains myself how familiar it feels to stay with who loves you, even if the whole situation was so new to me.
Finding home inside someone's care.
But then I remember.
When someone's love was sticky to me, able to turn into hate and easily hurt me.
Able to shattered the love I can give to myself, I've throw it all away, guilty of having fears.
Loving you,able to take away any sense of identity I could have, cause what if there is nothing good inside your intentions?
What if I can't clearly judge anyone?
Blindly loving, without any idea of what's right for me.
So I shake, cause whatever I do I'm going to get hate.
And I fear to love and don't have nothing in return, so I can't stop my body to shake as the world is going to end if I spoke words I can't properly own.
Unable to get rid of my guard, I can't sleep close to you, that I love so much.
Unable to read your mind, asleep close to me, without worrying about a thing.
Desire so much to get inside that beautiful brain, it's all I want now.
I wish one day I'll be able to at least get your expressions, may be enough.
Reading what are your thoughts, at least a little more.
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I'm rewatching great pretender and I was thinking how familiar things are so cool
Like the feeling of safety you got from them, it's so pretty
I sadly need them even if nothing seems to stay for the eternity :')
Instead then scapegoat I've wrote escape goat the first time I wrote thislol😭😭
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