well, i'm fucked

hello 23:13

he is mine
the boy of caramel
skin
coffee swirls in my mind
dipping my body in and out
of clouds and love and January

my old hazel eyed friend
be free from 8th grade
i wish you the best

i love him
it's love
to kiss him again and again
over and over
For the rest of my life
soft piano boy
angel in a 7/11
my last wish and claim
this
over and over I've made my choice
this
it's this
it's him
I've settled down and chosen