there is a lot I'd like to say to you.
A lot I'd like to admit through lost kisses and interwined limbs.
whispers lingering on my skin just begging to be let go of.
A lot of kisses hanging on my lips (patiently)
some things I'd like to scream at you, out of anger, loneliness.
out of everything that's happened, or hasn't happened.
there are a lot of secrets I'd like to share with you.
secrets late at night, through the dark, inbetween stars and yawns and eyelashes.
there is so much.