Richard smells like Christmas trees

They don't even compare to you.

Look at you..

That's the thing I like least about you,

how beautiful you are on the outside.

And after a few, your voice goes all husky and gravelly.

I want to drown myself in it.

I've always just wanted to quickly stuff you into my handbag and run away.

I want to swallow you.

I want to sweat the things you say.

I want to live inside you,

safe behind your ribcage.

You're the one person I shouldn't tell,

that I want to take my shoes off because my feet hurt.

But they do.

And the one person I tell, 

is you.

You bite your nails too short. Really short.

But I like your hands.

When they're holding mine.

But that's only happened, just one time.

It's funny, the things you remember.

Sometimes the things you can't forget, are not so amusing.

i thought i had more sense

Reviews

[celyn]

endearing in its honesty.. i hope he is a gentleman and offers to carry you when your feet hurt. i think that's the least you deserve :)
i am loving your writing.

[Ed Hart]

yes, you've written straight, clean, honest words, but it's the nail biting that gives me pause, and your willingness to go there