IN A MINUTE (2017)

iii.

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prayers to my pillow.
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i cannot tell you how fuckin happy this boy makes me feel, hes got me praying for teenage cursed nights where he comes up at my

window or tosses some pebbles at it till i open my eyes. hes got me looking way too deep in his lips and into his soul. im listening to 90's

slow rnb while hes reading my mind across my bed sprawled out, the sheets over his knees and ripped jeans. he loves me for me and for my

drawings and realizing i got humor, he giggles at every joke i tell him even if it aint funny. the only time we fought was when i was studying,

making my notes pretty, and he came up and scared the  fuck out of me, made my pen jump across the page. i dont know what color his

eyes are but im sure theyre my fucking addiction. i adore his taste in music and all the little quirks he has. hes not afraid to be

vulnerable, we both talk about the fucked up shit in our life and we both cry to each other sometimes. he doesn't care about what i wear

in public, he doesnt care about if my cleavage shows or if my skirts too high because no matter how many guys look my way hell always

trust me knowing im his girl and he loves me. he aint ever cheat on me but he's got  his  friends  that  are  girls  and they're my  friends

too because i trust his pretty ass beyond belief. my momma wont ever like him cause she knows how i am when i've fallen head over

heels, she knows i risk everything for that one person.

i cant help but notice he fits that slot perfectly.

— "a rant written about the boy i will love in the future."