I gave you my heart.

fuck. he loves everything about the states and how it isn't all girls that make him feel things he doesn't know if he wants to feel or playing him and how thinks are cheaper but portion sizes for food are huge. he loves how no one knows his name, how they wouldn't notice if he just dropped from the crowd. he can't wait to be free.  warm things are warm. he likes warm in the winter. layers are sexy, pocketwatches are sexy, dapper things are sexy. he wishes he could be considered that type of sexy. instead he will just pretend he doesn't hate his life aside from all the fuzzy, awkward things in it.  he's falling, breaking into the slumber and he can't fix it at all.  <3 <3