MaryLikesArt

in my mind, this moment ends with a kiss. you have carried me a thousand miles on your laughter and i know that i will never deserve a single foot of it. it's three forty three, according to my watch. i am running late, as usual. i slept on your right, pressing to get as close to you as i possibly could, also as usual. i wanted to kiss your forehead when i stood to leave; i could see you breathing in the dark and i knew that this moment is as close as i will ever get, i knew that my cowardice would make sure that i would never admit how i felt. now, i am standing on the sidewalk in front of your house, beneath a dying oak, watching the le

i am only just thirteen. he is sixteen. i am in love/lust/crush. my best friends big brother, or friends ex boyfriend, is tall. once or twice i imagined kissing him. but he never would. he is friends with the boy who is sixteen. and besides he is my best friends big brother or my friend's ex boyfriend. and i am not a bad person. i am tall too, you know. i am stretched skyward but there was no more to stretch, just bone. so i am not really that tall at all. but i pretend i am. how tall are you? oh above average, you know, pretty tall. the brother says want to come and see j? and my heart leaps and i sing yes but he only hears a nod and ther