comfortlake:

strawberry lemonade boy

he’s my strawberry lemonade that somehow always stays cold on summer days

i find myself staring at his lips more often than i should they’re pretty pink is it wrong i look at him like that?

i was always told boys don’t kiss boys so maybe i won’t kiss him on the lips i’ll kiss him between his thighs

thinking about the sounds he makes when i touch him is not the thoughts i should be having at church i bet he would let me fuck him in the bathroom

but i don’t only look like that with lust filled eyes i look at him like he holds the key to everything and i’m the kid who wants to destroy classrooms

i see my mamas eyes when my face goes red at my phone she’s not happy her boy loves another boy do you think i can make him laugh loud enough at 3 am my mama will hear

i thought i’d be hanging from oak trees but instead i’m under them with his body on top of me my arms around him i think it’s easier to die for him but i’m gonna live for him instead