tragedyintheory

so check this:
he's got high water pants.
dirty blonde hair
in his eyes, a halo of gold about his ears.

dying from anticipation. breaking the news. this boy, this boy, he sounds too good to be true. a first kiss, upon a slender tender cheek of yours, before or on the nose of miss midnight.

this boy. slender and everything i would be. if it meant a thing between you and me. hold his hand and not mine. never let go. never lie. never above a whisper as though to disturb a tranquil thought in his head.

trample my heart. treat me like shit. act as though i dont exist. nothing but a bitter and sharp tongue. always yelling never quiet or soft. wrap me hard and push me out of the way to your lovely lovely.

im going to go twist myself in something soft.