you see,

my mother doesn’t like you,

but she doesn’t really like anyone

so that’s more of a compliment than if she did

it doesn’t matter if she likes you or not, anyway

cause _i_ like you

and that’s what’s important, right?

i’m _your girl_

__

“why dont you let me worry about _my girl_, ok?”

smiling, giggling, kicking my feet

because you feel safe

i’m not scared, i’m not worried, not when i’m talking to you

it’s only been over text thus far,

but when i see you, my fingers will tangle in yours, because you always say they’re warm

and you know that i’m always cold

when i see you, i will wrap myself in your embrace,

in your arms, i will find my home