---- but listen my darling princess, you are as sweet as the honey dripping from your fingertips and he did want to watch the stars with you. don't be fooled by the way he pulls himself away from you, for he is overwhelmed by the idea of touching the galaxies painted on your skin and he is overwhelmed with the sensations of your presence. do not expect him to give you the world because the solar system exists within you and he can not complete something that is already whole.
remember that the cracks on your cherry lips are battle scars that tell the story of every time you had to bite down on them to prevent yourself from voicing your opinion. don't worry princess, they will never know the sweetness of your thoughts.
red boys do not mix well with lilac princesses.
your skin will feel warm under the orange sky and you will relish the sensation of it. (it's okay my love, enjoy it.)
you are not falling apart and the seams of your skin may feel like they are ripping, but it is not that at all. you are blossoming and the little red boy down the road does not need an explanation as to why you do not want his touch. remember your fingertips are as soft as your soul and you are a lilac princess that only needs herself.
