you’ve stolen every single 11:11 wish from me
and i’ve given them to you, open-mouthed and waiting
and i’m longing for you, and the taste of flesh at midnight
and i’m waiting for your touch, passing the time and thinking of you
and i’m wishing this wasn’t my story -
a lovestruck child, starcrossed and stretched thin.
(but i would do it again, a million times, all for you)














