this is not a love letter

"idk I mean your face is already fucking poetry and they were writing novels about the damage it did to lovelust boys long before you were born, fucking hell there are so many places I'd like to touch you're a fucking map and I am homesick for every place I haven't laid my fingers on and your voice rumbles shrill like an earthquake so great I hope the waves take me in, you are art and nature and thunder and the sound of my heart as it breaks against my ribcages don't let anyone tell you different"

-sean