“I love you I love you I love the curls on your neck and the tilt of your head and the times when you laugh unguarded, the nervous energy of your bouncing leg and the cigarette you shift between your fingers. Talk until the morning, I will rearrange everything to hear your voice a little longer.
You probably think I’m a little girl. Damaged, unstable, dealing with some bad shit. Not what you want. I’m no sex machine, no honey pie sugar bear, no fantasy. I am terrifyingly human.
Don’t think I’m not what you want or need. I don’t know what you’re looking for in either regard, but I can be me and I think you’d like that. I hope you’d love it. I fear I am too obvious, but too subtle at the same time. You make me so nervous, you make me so giddy, you make me so refined. I try to be more eloquent, more intelligent, prettier, happier, softer, sweeter. Can I be the perfect level of intrigue for you? Will you forgive me for giving too much away, for keeping too much a secret? Will you still think I’m pretty with rumpled hair and sleep in my eyes? Can you ground me? Can I be enough for you?”
