❝ I am attracted to the idea of your lips exploring my body as if it were a map and you kept getting lost on purpose. ❞
❝ What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability. ❞
I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave,
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.