//hahaha totally not for ThePinkBurrito hahahahahahaha uhm;;;; loud sweating
let me live im a lovesick 14 year old//

"So baby pull me closer
In the backseat of your rover
That I know you can't afford
Like that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Off that mattress that you stole;
From.your mattress back in bolder
We ain't never getting older"

three words that we always use, you probably say then everyday. Ironic or not, meaningful or not, purposely or not, we have all let them pass through our yellowed teeth and chapped lips
weather it through be a blue-light screen that glew at the early mornings of 1:00AM with a small wave, seeing the girl of your life wave back with a click off
or
the time you held your phone to your chest, swinging in the winter breeze, the meoldy blaring through your ear drums as your arms shook and your eyes watered, mouthing every noise hoping he would see it at his dad's home

we have all spoke those words. cheesy, overused, words that mean life or death in any scenario.
it either breaks or makes you.

but in this case, in which I see your bright eyes and your smile, redden cheeks and round glasses, telling me to fuck off, its a maker.
where i hear you ramble about your passions (in which every word i passionately focus on, even if your voice pixalizes) and play around, its a maker
where you tell me "go to sleep you little shit", knowing you mean every word with a concerned spirit, its a maker.

you never truly know how much you needed to hear those three words until their said with a fire in their voice, with a giggle and bright eyes

until you stay up, hugging a pillow, closing your eyes and wishing it was her body and bone, her dyed hair and her head resting against your chest

until you finally feel cured, your heartbreak mending itself from your last attempt, your face pulling out a real smile. a smile that you haven't found in a while, right?

and listen here when i say my reply. my four worded reply that always made me flustered beyond belief replying with, your imidation making my anxieties rise and my heart pound and my strings entangle as i finally whisper it.

I mean it. I do. You made me feel emotions I thought I lost. But your voice, your smile, your giggle, the way you try to act tough and badass but get wobbly and live for the moment in the novels where the boy realizes he'd had fallen--and fallen hard

I know I do. The thrasing in my tummy, the way my chest tightens and my mind flutters and how my body gets weak with adrenaline that pumps through like a needle injection. How I count the hours down until I hear you again, how I miss you. How I want to cross paths to those who harmed you to harm them back, to show them what they truly missed in a woman.

baby;
all I truly mean, in reply to your three words;
is that
I love you too.