So there are dying tortured people in the world, people discovering cures to cancer and here I am fawning over a damn boy who I am infatuated with, it’s like, I know it’s not love or any complete ‘I give my soul to you’ shiz but when I’m around him things feel good. I want to be noticed and valued-own your smile, the one meant for me only.So yeah I get jealous because I know we can do better. Better then you and anyone else. I’m selfish enough to want it.Maybe you take me for granted now. Doesn’t matter. I’m in so deep it doesn’t matter, just being with you gets me high. I have other priorities and maybe I’ll forget you like I was going to and almost did. But right now it feels like I’m being stabbed by little glass particles the closer I get to you and somehow that’s okay.My goal is to be with you in the purest way. I don’t care what happens after. As long as we have had eachother in the most truthful way, completeness. My goal is to kiss you in that way, the realest way. French; lip bruising, tongue biting, toe curling, lung burning, rosy cheeked, eye opening kiss. If it’s the last thing I do involving you.