megan gemma.

i want to know someone.

their scars, their flaws, their insecurities.

i want to know what puts a smile on their face.

i want to be somebody’s muse.

i just want someone to kick it with. 

at the end of the day, someone to sit down with, lay my head on their chest, anticipate the feeling of my fingers slipping into theirs as i’m washed over with a sense of ease.

i want someone who i can hang with, someone to tell my secrets to, someone to share a mutual understanding and obsession with.

and it’s silly, to know that as basic and simplistic as these wants are, i just can’t seem to get my foot in the door. i can only get it open a crack.

i wish i never opened it at all.