Spoon Me.

Betrayal.

My type is him. His style catches my eye. His body type is my is my favorite for it’s attached to his face. He’s sweet like blackberries covered in  thorns to protect him from the ones that treat him like a genie. He’s a special human to me.

My type is her. My favorite body type is whatever her body looks like that day. My favorite scent, whatever she got on.

My heart. Thump, thump, thump.

I hate feeling like I’m a bother.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

Yes, no.

Being honest is easier if there is no guilt in our actions. I don’t want to do you wrong because it’ll hurt in ways that can heal in time that I learned I never wanted to repeat my mistake and won’t.

I’d like the whole thing. I’m not a fishing for crumbs kinda girl.

Hand around my neck.

Face to face.