9:53 p.m.

i've waited for you for a million years

but i've only known you for three thousand six hundred seconds

i can't stop staring at you across this dark loud room

i don't even really know you

i literally just introduced myself and asked for a cigarette

stupid stupid stupid

smoking is s****y for you anyway

maybe i haven't waited for you a million years

maybe you're not the one

but maybe you are

i can't tell if i never talk to you

my brain plays tricks on me

makes me think you're staring at me

are you really though

i mean i have purple hair and a tank top

i'm an emo girl's wet dream

i want to kiss you in the rain

i want the rain to fall on my hair while i kiss you

i want to kiss the rain with you

i want to talk to you and get out of this loud place

so we can go sit in the street and watch the stars and talk softly

i want to look for shapes in clouds with you

i want to find your shape in the clouds and kiss you

the one that got away is a dumb saying

you didn't get away

i was so awkward and shy that i didn't reel you in in the first place

i'm like a reverse freud

but instead of f*****g my family

i just f**k myself 

internally

but i still want to kiss you

f***s sake come kiss me

i'm like a monkey tanning on the beach

that makes no sense

that's kind of the point

i stare at you across the room and imagine your eyes looking into mine on a dimly lit summer's evening