tw: slur
i'll help you catch a butterfly
your hands around my neck like a death sentence
and your thighs squeezing the love out of me and i'll
laugh. you cary around a blanket sometimes and
smell like thai food, but that's okay. beautiful
things are hard to find, and you shine like a pearl
in the sand. i never knew what it felt
like to touch someone before you came,
froze me in your arms and rested your chin
on my shoulder. and i start dreaming:
sneaking out at night, avoiding my dad until we graduate,
waking up on a saturday morning watching the sun
fall on your freckles and your princess
hair and your sleepy peach smile and your
laugh, and then i stare at you
and you stare back, and everything is pink tinged and
feels like a sunrise and i can almost fly
because your hand is on my hand and your
body is warm and soft and you're
pure girl, i can almost smile, until
you laugh and turn around and call the boy next to us
a faggot and i realize
that i'm a fucking idiot.
