i dont want to be loved. i want to be fucking NEEDED. i want someone to be unable to sleep when i am not next to them, with the lights dimming and the features melting into darkness, holding each other with the faint flutter of our breaths. dont speak, dont give me those fucking cliched promises and empty words. just kiss me so i can swallow those lies, and you can slide your hand down to my stomach where you will feel the acidic intent dull with the smell of your cologne. i want those butterflies, those weak knees, and those evening laughs, laying in the freshly mowed grass and trying to find where the midnight sky ends. endless lazy days of slacking off and getting off. and then not everything has to mean something and the vague smiles are the best. no cheap gifts wrapped up in fragile paper for the dates and measurements that mean absolutely nothing. i want someone to be with- not someone to be a part of. slide down. look up. want me.
-mimi- |
