thoughts, poems and teenage shit

I love you

I think about holding your hand,

 walking beside you and talking about what you did back when you were thirteen and had your first crush. 

I think about kissing you because it's nearly impossible for me not to look at you and want to kiss you.

 I think about hugging you and trying to encompass everything I feel for you into that simple gesture.

 I think about making love to you because ever since we first explored each others bodies, 

I've been obsessed with ways to make you shudder at my touch. 

I think about the way you make me feel and how I want to make you feel that way. 

I crave your touch, 

your kiss, 

your taste...

 I crave you like my favorite dessert.

 I want to be your everything.

 Your lover,

 your friend, 

a neighbor,

 everything. 

Because you're everything to me. 

I haven't felt this way about anyone else and I don't plan on feeling this way again.

 I want it with you and you only. 

You've got my heart. 

So I've got to know,

 if I have yours.

 If I don't then..

 I'll do whatever I have to do to prove to you that I should care for it.

 Because the only person I trust with your heart is me,

 because it's the one thing that I'll always protect.

 I love you.

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