i would love a summer love, one that lasts right into the start of winter. One thats impulsive, wet, sweaty and sweet. but loving.
I would love to be paid for like im worth more than the money, to have fun and still feel like its not enough, and to be put before everything else.
I would love to fall in so much that i forget how shit males can treat you, eight out of ten times.

but seeing as the possibility of that seems so far off, i'm willing to settle for something less.
All i want is some love and tea and toast in the morning.
then they can be gone.