the reasons i think i want to love you
they fill my head as random thoughts
when my hands aren't busy enough
i want to know what color you want to dye your hair
and what your math teachers says that you like
to be told in angry spouts why you dislike what she did
i want to be comforted by your mindless thoughts
endless knowledge like stickers on my brain
all your kinks and the things that make you giggle
the small parts of you i only knew because i stayed around
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
