I’m scared because what if no one makes me feel the way you did.
That’s the thing about being with someone new, they don’t know how to touch you. They don’t know that when you’re sad you don’t like to be talked to, just held. They don’t know that when you’re in public you don’t like anything but a simple kiss and your hand held. They don’t know that when you’re sleeping you twitch and that your back needs to be rubbed to make it stop. They don’t know that when you’re making love you like to be kissed from your lips to your inner thigh.
And I got the point that I should leave you alone,
But we both know that I’m not that strong.
i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while
I realized i never fell for “him”
I fell for his PRESENCE
The way he would smile
The way he would carefully hold me
The words he would say to me
The beautiful words; that’s what i fell in love with
But it was just never him
Just the presence of his thoughts being said to me. (i.r)