sixteen candles and fireworks dont burn as bright as fast as us

you said we couldnt be found out. thats fine. theres a strange appeal in sneaking in and out your window, slipped notes and hushed whispers behind the bleachers. my hand in your back pocket and my lips on yours when no ones looking. the way i hold you close and tuck a kiss behind your ear, along your jaw, on your neck, hidden away where it can be never found or taken; a secret between you and i.

its a sticky situation(ship). it/you makes my heart throb and sink to my stomach and its not just the butterflies. but i wouldnt have it any other way. not if its me, not if its you.

xo. (we are) clandestine.