Bre, the Alien Faerie.

I’d like to feel your skin against mine

Your hand on my face, your eyelashes on my cheek

I’d like to run my fingers through your hair, and over your ears

I’d like for you to remember me afterwards

Don’t forget my face, my smile, my name, and the way I walk

Eventually the excitement of me will fade, and all that’s left is the ugly truth

I’d like to hear you sing to me, just for me

I’d like to know your thoughts on life and what happens when we die

Listen to you talk about your dreams and your theories on aliens

I’d like to feel your skin, pressed against mine

Let’s just roll around in the sheets and wrestle our demons out

I’m not expecting anything permanent, and you shouldn’t either

Don’t get me wrong, I’m an excellent friend, and pretty fun, I just make a terrible,

Lover