i could get used to the feeling of your mouth on mine. we kissed a handful of saturdays ago and you tasted like the vodka you apparently need to love me.
i could kiss you again. i actually can’t seem to stop thinking about kissing you again. i decided at 3 a.m. that i could let myself love you. i think i could get used to letting you swallow me whole.
make my mouth turn black and blue just one more time. slip your arms around my waist. scatter teeth marks across my collarbone. at least pick up your goddamn phone.
baby, i am not your mother and you are not your father. i promise not to smear my lipstick on someone else’s collar. i will teach you how to love without walking out the door. we are our own people. we can be whoever we want to be, and i want to be yours.