❝No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver, are reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems, and so many sad dreams...❞ © all rights reserved // emily-j

[completed] There was something about him that intrigued her. Something that pulled her in closer and closer. But he is everything she doesn't want in a guy. He was different; in a good and bad way. written: december 29, 2015 - january 3, 2017. Words to the wise: half of the time I wrote this in a rush so there's typos but I swear I know how to spell and how to use the correct there/their/they're. Just bare with the typos bc as said earlier I write them in a rush and I usually write late at night so yeah. But enjoy!