even when you're drinking coffee that should be classified as syrup or eating those gross dark chocolate pretzels i find myself wanting to tackle you and taste that awful taste on your lips.
even when ive quite possibly fucked us up forever and don't want to try again for the fear of what you'll say, i still find myself (not even a couple hours later) begging you to be mine.
and honestly, you deserve to have the world. and the best i can do is give you a visual representation of how you're mine

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