Labels in love
I want someone who colors their hair.
Who has music in their being and poison streaming from their mouth and mind.
Who ruins me by each sloppy kiss, each lingering touch and every damn time they even speak.
They fuck up my body, mind and ability to even speak with each word of their honey-slicked voice.
Dressed in ragged clothes and torn up shoes and still make me feel like I'm falling all over again.
Who loves me with my countless flaws and unknown identity.
Who I love just the same, even when we drink and scream at each other when we're scared or sad.
They get moody and irritated when they have a bad day, and just want to cuddle but are to stubborn to say so.
They scream out lyrics to their favorite songs and laugh when people stare.
They braid flowers in my hair, and theirs, all while laughing at our dorky conversations.
Know is the word we both hate. "I know you so well." No you don't, read the darkest part of my mind, then maybe.
Our shared hobbie is drawing and staring and dreaming of flying high above in those skies.
Our shared flaw is that we love too little and hate too much.
They wear skirts and tuxes, have their hair long or short, be male or female. Gender is fluid.
Overall I just want someone with colorful hair and daydreams just like me.
