September 2011
A kiss is a kiss. I like boys. Trust me, if I'm kissing you, it's because it's practice for the real thing.
If I told you what I am, would you still love me?If I told you where I am, would you still hold me?If I told you what I've done, would you even look at me?I'ts for the best that you don't know anythin
I think I'm better of alone. I'm still very confused about my weekend in the UK, what even happened? Every touch seems familiar.. We need to talk.
I could never love anyone. Atleast not like I love you. My dreams are getting all weird and lovely. Feeling my heart pound in my chest, running from something. Running from you.