I’d never grow tired of exploring just your skin, imagine the lives I’d spend just tracing the outer edges of your soul; there’s certain moments in my day, I’ll remember the taste of your soft lips on mine. And pages seem endless on dark nights, but days like these—none could ever be enough.
I usually know exactly what I want but in the past few weeks I have been like the kid who doesn’t know whether he wants chocolate cake or vanilla cake in the store. He’s been telling his parents for months that he’d like to have chocolate cake for his birthday but when they finally get to the store, the vanilla cake also looks amazing and now he’s really confused. Like the kid, I never knew I wanted vanilla cake until I got to the store. I had imagined the chocolate cake for months and i was certain that its what I wanted and nobody could tell me any different. Until i got to the damn store. I cannot have both though, it wouldn’t be healthy. So do i go with what I’ve always wanted, or do I go with what I never knew I wanted?





