even after he treated me like shit, fucked my dad, killed my bestfriend, neglected me for months and put milk first than cereal, i still take him back because i love him.
“Every night, he was panting in the back seat, trying to find a home somewhere on your waist, between your legs, on the tip of your tongue. White puffs of breath coming out of his mouth and right into the cold air. “
He always smells like rain, but sometimes, his lips taste like cigarettes. His eyes are so sad, but you don’t know why, and he keeps looking at you like that – like he knows.