"I hope the way my name leaves your mouth is the richest taste that you forever crave-once it slips off your tongue.

I hope your palms sweat and chest sinks, longing for my skin wrapped up in your limbs.
I hope once the moon comes out it will bring you thoughts of life with me if you would have stayed, and I hope these feelings last until break of dawn once your eyes burst open from the never ending nightmares full of all your “what ifs”


-mb

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Those wild boys

babyballerinas:

Sometimes you don’t see that boy that gets a cool rag for your fever, or buys sour patch watermelons when you’re sad. He’s hidden behind the wild ones. The ones that like to tease and wears dog tags. Youre Blind to the one your mother likes and the one who knows you like the song for just for the raspy part of the chorus. Because the other boys grab your hip bones when you kiss and compliments what you’re wearing.

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