8. The number of times I’ve swallowed your name this week. It tasted like smoke every time.
12. The number of months it took you to learn what color my eyes were. Sometimes when you guessed wrong I went to the mirror to check.
54. Thorns planted on the inside of my lip with my teeth. Better I…
I’ll be the songwriter for pop stars and then they can be the front person and I don’t have to be famous.