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That’s why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things, like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasn’t constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were, but more than that, you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered— not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.
You have 6 tattoos. Full lips. Good, strong hands. You have 7 freckles on your back, they map out the big dipper. You have a scar on your left arm you carved in high school. The first time you pulled off your t shirt I traced the line with my fingers and fell in love with your strength. You are a hero for living from that moment to this one. You never need to apologize for how you chose to survive. Your body is a map I know every inch of and if anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.
I like you.
and there’s been times when I thought you were expressing feelings of the same notion.
but sometimes I don’t know.
do YOU even know?
you send mixed signals and they make me go astray.
you’re damn good at it.
but you’re also good at making me run back to you, faster than a speeding bullet.
please, tell me what it is and make it clear.
my hands were never meant to hold yours;
i can only blame you
All those times I said sorry for no reason, I guess I was saying sorry for not being good enough. For not being everything you’ve ever wanted because heck, you’re everything that I will ever want.