Dear boy with beginner’s dirty lungs,
I think of you when I get changed in the morning and I wonder what your face is doing.
I wash my hands and I hear you breathing. you’re asleep. 

I’m floating, some place else.

Dear boy with the heart knives,
I’m terrified that I’m a machoist, because I’m an anglophobic too.
dualities fascinate me. I don’t understand me. do you?
I want to you to be one. the only one. my only one. one.
happy.

Dear boy with the recognizable hands,
I wonder what it would be like to paint your entire body and then sleep with you.
I sometimes get green, in places that are hard to reach, inside of me. only you have touched it. held it.
so please sleep with me.

Dear boy with the ability to make me scream (and then just stop.)
no one talks quite like you. or whispers the way you do.
no one’s three little words has ever made me feel so happy. 

so silent. real.

Dear boy with the gorgeous shoulders,
I wish I was an angel, so I could heal you. I think I must have been sleepwalking when I hurt you. I wouldn’t do that in real life. I’m a stupid girl. I don’t remember it, but I see proof.
I’d never dream of hurting you though. 

I’m sorry I’m a stupid girl.

Dear boy with unopened letter lips,
I like it when you pay me attention.
I like your throaty laugh. sometimes.
you know I find it hard to look at you when I’m talking to you.

Dear boy with my heart beating in his chest,

I’ve only ever written you love letters.
I never stopped writing about you either. I promise.

with everything,

a girl ♥

p.s I’d steal you two stars.

 I love him with all my heart. yes, he's my classmate ^_^