This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Chapel Hill chapter.
i don’t want to be your friend
i want to kiss the confines of your broken mind
i want to know the flavor of your universe
but i’m an outsider
i’m a stranger to the fingertips of silent lovers
i want to be your goddamn bitch
i want to feel the vibrations of your made up paradise
i want to taste the violence of your sweet nicotine-stained tongue
but i’m an outsider
i’m a stranger to the faces i see everyday