I have never loved a boy but I do love bright eyes meeting mine in a dim crowded room and I love crisp white shirts and I love unbuttoning and I love an interruption when it’s you stepping in to save me from dull conversation I love a hand on the arch of my spine to pull me out of the paths of passing strangers and yes please I’d love another screwdriver I’ll give you cash I just hate to order I love to answer questions I tell you that my father is a failure that my mother was the fastest runner in the state that I grew up in a tiny house by a wheat field that I love sudden rain on summer afternoons did anyone show you when you were younger you can tell how close the lightning is by counting seconds between thunders one Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi have you ever been? to Mississippi, I mean are you thinking about kissing me? I think about my messy bedroom I am so tempted to come clean and tell you looking for love for me is not like combing the coast for an unbroken sand dollar the morning after a hurricane. I would know a sand dollar if I saw one. Looking for love is more like following shitty directions and beginning to question how badly I want to be at this party anyway do you want to get out of here? I love walking home once the evenings get warm like this and I love being barefoot and I love how you call me sweet blooded as you swat mosquitos off my shoulders and maybe I will show you later how I love a mouth at the base of my throat between the bones there or maybe you’ll guess yes I love the word beautiful best when bold when blurted when barging in uninvited when trailing behind you are.
I have never loved a boy but I do love bright
eyes meeting mine in a dim crowded room 
and I love crisp white shirts
and I love unbuttoning
and I love an interruption
when it’s you
stepping in to save me from dull
conversation I love a hand on the arch... tumblr stories
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I found this on my blog from 2016. I don’t know if I wrote it or found it or a little combination of both, but enjoy.

I have never loved a boy but I do love bright eyes meeting mine in a dim crowded room and I love crisp white shirts and I love unbuttoning and I love an interruption when it’s you stepping in to save me from dull conversation I love a hand on the arch of my spine to pull me out of the paths of passing strangers and yes please I’d love another screwdriver I’ll give you cash I just hate to order I love to answer questions I tell you that my father is a failure that my mother was the fastest runner in the state that I grew up in a tiny house by a wheat field that I love sudden rain on summer afternoons did anyone show you when you were younger you can tell how close the lightning is by counting seconds between thunders one Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi have you ever been? to Mississippi, I mean are you thinking about kissing me? I think about my messy bedroom I am so tempted to come clean and tell you looking for love for me is not like combing the coast for an unbroken sand dollar the morning after a hurricane. I would know a sand dollar if I saw one. Looking for love is more like following shitty directions and beginning to question how badly I want to be at this party anyway do you want to get out of here? I love walking home once the evenings get warm like this and I love being barefoot and I love how you call me sweet blooded as you swat mosquitos off my shoulders and maybe I will show you later how I love a mouth at the base of my throat between the bones there or maybe you’ll guess yes I love the word beautiful best when bold when blurted when barging in uninvited when trailing behind you are.

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