i love how untidy you are,
i love the dirt under your fingernails. and the ink on your clothes. or the fact that your shirt is always untucked.
i love your dusky hair that always sticks up in the back, and don't even get me started on the sarcasm that sits on the tip of your tongue. you are such a mess, but i wouldn't take you any other way.
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language of flowers.
Poetryrealizing i loved you was like watching a earthquake destroy a city or a volcano swallow up an island. and oh god ive been repressing this feeling for so long,but ive realized forgetting is like an fire, the more you try to ignore it, the bigger the...
