I don’t want your little gifts, I just want you to speak to me nicely.
Take your dads head and smash it against my cann of monster energy I’ve got hand cannons the size of hulk arms
Mad Kyle Energy
when i lay on my stomach i am reminded of my vulnerability i can feel the breeze kiss the spots on my back that only you and the sun are familiar with. it doesn’t tickle as much as it did the first night you stayed over. it’s a familiar feeling. and while it kills me, deep down i am thankful to know that you will never know what my back looks like as the seasons change. you will forget where each and every freckle stays you will miss the tan lines left by the harsh rays of summer and the fairness of winter against my skin. the last time you’ve seen my back was when I left you and i am both terrified and proud that you will never know my vulnerability again. -KQ