he smells like the dog eared pages of a well read novel,
he tastes like the ocean salty and wet
, he sounds like Prussian Blue covered in Queen Elizabeth’s crown ,
he feels like a home and a piece missing once returned I pull away hoping that it's real and I You know I never thought it would be possible I don't know myself let alone think someone could love me if and even then even if I don't know what love is deep meaningful glances grasping fingers and tangled hair, I think it's Years Gone b, I don't know all I know I'm not I'm not tall I'm not anything that someone could love and I don't know how possible that these curves could be seen as anything but terrifying
