I like it when you smile so sweetly and say
I’m out of my mind
Like you don’t mind, like it’s not so bad.
And I’ll hold you to it,
I hope you mean it,
The fear of otherwise might just make me fall apart—
When you said you’d like me in any way I hope it included that.
When you talk about the things we could do, in three months, on my birthday, in a year...
Do you really want me to stick around that long? Promise me it’s not just talk—
It’s not all talk.
I’ll try to keep my skin intact
So you don’t cut your lips on my wrists or cheeks or thighs,
Is that alright?
Let these horns that run through my bloodline not take you as their bullseye.
Oh but darling I come from the future—
(It was all talk).
