Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees. (Today is the most exciting day of our lives.)
At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better. At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.)
If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)
i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH)
my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)
I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath. (My heart is layers of scar.)
I know your weakness. It’s kisses. You are doomed. (Don’t worry. We’re all doomed eventually.)
Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)
CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP NOT SURE HOW TO STOP (WHY STOP)
When you touch me, my mind is gone. The only words I know are lost inside your body. (right in there.)
hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)
It’s a full moon. I bought some rope and handcuffs to bring to bed tonight. (beware the moon.)
You aren’t really a good person, but god damn, you make bad look awesome. (no one could steer me right, but mama tried.)
I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be. (Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.)
No no, we aren’t breaking up! You didn’t let me finish. I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can do whatever you want to me. (please do.)
I do not believe in love at first sight. But god damn. (Look at you.)
I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good)
When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)
If something seems too good to be true, quick! put it in your mouth! (before anything can go wrong!)
To thine own self be wicked sexy. (And then send pics.)
Today’s a perfect day for naked cuddling. I don’t even care what day it is. Every day is perfect. (I’m gonna spend it with you.)
We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)
I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike. A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home. Do you have a shed?)
This town isn’t big enough for the both of us. Let’s run away together! (Let’s join a street gang! Is NASA recruiting?)
I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)
Our love is like. Our love is only like. (I like you. I don’t LIKE like you.)
I miss doing nothing with you. (I miss not having to pretend to like your family.)
I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away. (it gives me sexual arousal.)
In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house and in that dark, dark house I think we should get drunk and fool around. (I want dirt under my fingernails.)
I love the way your face lights up when someone says, “It might be dangerous.” (I am glad we are friends.)
I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you. I can think up some clever lines, if you’d prefer. But I wanted to say that, first. (None of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)
I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)
When you’re around I don’t know how to hide my feelings. I count in binary, in my head. zero one one zero one one and you count clouds. (while you count clouds)
I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home. (You can’t start a fire without a spark.)
I love you but I don’t love you enough to give up falling in love. (anyway, happy anniversary!)
on the paper, she had written “you” and she told me “that’s a list of the people who are standing too close.” (I ain’t your pal.)
You are the love of my life so far. (Tomorrow’s just a day away.)
There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do. (I love you)
I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore)
I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (That’s the way it crumbles. Cookie-wise.)
I would love you more if you were someone who could love me. (buy your love by playing make believe.)
Fun things to yell during sex: Anything. (he is risen.)
I am writing a book of love poetry for you. For example: “The only reason you could possibly need your music that loud is if you were planning to listen from my apartment. You downstairs motherfuckers.” (Every day I hope to see a moving truck pull in. Or an ambulance.)
when I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kinda horny. (I miss you)
We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building. I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets)
If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex.)
Life would be way easier if I were easier. (Fact.)
I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people the way love should. (We will make everything wrong in the right way.)
I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.)
a softer world