he
reminds me of an old song that you head on the radio, the kind that fills you with nostalgia and gives you shudders along your spine, the good kind- the really good kind.
he
reminds me of an aged polaroid of a picture perfect boy, jaw like a knife, collar bones that can slice, eyes so vibrant that they capture
the universe better than anything else, oh the way he laughs and smiles can't even be captured in a vintage moment.
he
reminds me of the middle of november when the breeze is cold and the air is warm and everywhere you look you see scarves and sweaters and when you breathe you smell the season, oh dear his skin looks so pale, it looks so grunge, he looks like there's a lot of things he's never done, oh dear, his lips are soft
- i know they'd mold against mine wonderfully. (can we test this theory?)
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reminds me of those daddy kinks, the way he licks his lips and gives half a smile, the way my friends say, he's been looking over here at you every five seconds, with a brutal stare that itches at my ribcage and when i catch you in the act you throw a wink and a fire inside of me ignites and oh dear, we're both ugly sinners acting like saints.
he
reminds me of sex, from the messy hair to his laid back attitude, the kind that says, i'll love you like no other but fuck you until you see the stars, and i want to tell you that i've always been a stargazer, i want to leave hickies along you collar bones and on your jaw line and oh dear, you're frustrating.
he
reminds me of innocence though he came to school high, eyes so red he said he had wicked allergies but i knew in an instant you had some wicked weed, you kept spacing out and tripping out and i remember a year ago i did the same thing.
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reminds me of hope- and a little bit of heart break.
- HE REMINDS ME OF
[his names not to be said, okay? but hey, he stole my heart yesterday]
