I want to kill you and kiss you, hug you and punch your perfect flawless face. Rip every single golden long hair from your scalp, then you won't be able to hide your face from me, flick your hair away from your eyes trying to disguise the fact your we're staring at me. I want to hug you, tell you everything is fine or kick you in the balls. Shove that sly tongue down your throat, kiss your soft lips, hold your perfectly formed hands. Or painfully chop your fingers off do you may never play your guitar beautifully like you do. I hate you, no loath you with every fibre of my broken body but I still love all that is you.
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Letters To You
RomanceSometimes it's better to write things down than feel them pent up on the inside. Maybe you will understand these notes
