The pain isn’t beautifully tragic anymore,
I want you in the most innocent ways.
But also in ways that aren’t completely pure,
I’m giving you permission to corrupt me.
I want you at 3pm on a Sunday afternoon curled up on the couch in a blanket while watching whatever cheesy romance movie we could find.
But i want you at 2am on a Friday night with sloppy drunken kissses as we get tangled up in the sheets of your bed.
I just want you…