this might be a loveletter (I'm not sure) pt1.
It’s not all about the big things -
you’re always there for me, without being my mother
we can come back from anything
every stupid fight
every stupid word
every stupid idea I ever had
every time you held out your heart
and I (stupidly) said no
you’re the first person
I want to tell everything
I think about when I wake
to tell me the truth
(no matter what it might break)
you’re the last person
I want to tell everything
I think about at night
I want to listen to
(you’re always fucking right)
my number one choice for deserted island doom
(I could last for months on your legs alone)
you always know what to say to me
(it’s annoying)
your eyes
you, because you’re a sasquatch.