

i only love you(r touch).
when we kiss it's fire, burning our lips and tongues and teeth. we can't pull away, can't look away, my eyes lock onto yours; your kiss trails down my neck, leaving fire in its wake. your breath makes me shiver, your whispers linger in my ear.
i love you(r touch).
you make me fire, you make me burn, fiery and passionate and bright, until i can't take it anymore. until my fingers are burnt at the tips and i cry ashes and my hair smells of smoke.
i hate you.
we do not love each other. there's nothing in your eyes but desire, and it burns me to look.
the warm touch of love is soft and sweet, leaving butterflies in its wake and honey dripping from my fingers. but this is lust, and it burns and hurts and chokes me until i can't breathe,,, but i can't let go of you,
i want you
to burn me. x
pieces
pieces, pieces, shattered pieces of a little red heart that once throbbed in my hands
i could feel it through my chest while i was still full of life and love and joy,
but like the dulled tip of a knife blade, it can no longer slice through skin
my curly-haired boy
xx
killing me softly
your gentle touch
shivers
shivers on my skin
fluttering like my heart
against
my chest
x
memories of your lips
on my skin
the ghost of your touch
haunts me
x
your hands
cup me perfectly
warm against my chest
leaving goosebumps
in their wake
x
your breath against
my neck
touch me softly
trace my skin
with your fingertips
x
hold me against your chest
do you feel something
or are you just
holding on tight
please
don’t let me go
i may just
fall
apart
xx
first life
because
"we are living this life
for the first time."
for a moment,
i had forgotten.
this life.
this moment.
you only get one chance.
so embrace every moment.
make mistakes,
laugh them off.
after all,
this is your first try,
and after all,
this is your
first life.
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when you’re a science major
i miss writing.
i miss pencil against paper.
i miss the scratch of the lead, the smooth flow of the words, the tree-scent of the rustling paper.
i miss the feeling of creating something beautiful in my own words.
the reason i love to write is because you create instead of follow — no equations, methods, rules, or calculations.
you're just — free. free to make whatever you want.
free to let yourself run wild.
i miss being free.
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trapped in [lacuna]
in that space between my heart and soul
lives the ghost of the feelings i had
for you.
sometimes i hear her whisper in the darkness,
a faint humming in the night,
hauntingly sweet.
my heart pounding furiously
trying to
drown
her
out.
but her humming is melodious,
i hear it above eveything else,
the feelings i once had
a melody that never ceases
trapped in the [lacuna]
between my
heart
and
soul.
x
x
x
blossoming
❀ ✿ ❀
i first saw you
among the cherry blossoms
fluttering down in spring,
and my heart is forever stuck
in that moment when
your eyes met mine
❀ ✿ ❀
blue-grey
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ eyes of grey
i'm ******caught
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ in your
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ trance
softly
burning
only ashes
left
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ greyer than your
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀eyes
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
of blue,
of oh-so-soft
grey.
i want you to not want me
the less attention
i get from you,
the more i
crave.
it doesn’t end,
like thirst,
my throat gets
parched
from want--
i want you
to forget me
so that
i can
want you
more
and
more
i can’t breathe
from the thirst
my throat hurts
my heart
can’t
beat
anymore.
hate me, please,
look away
so that i can
want you more
so that i can
die
of
thirst
.
.
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lacuna; the space in-between
winter-bitten
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ frosty feelings
{lost} ⠀⠀⠀⠀ in that space
between
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀
my⠀⠀⠀⠀ h ⠀⠀⠀ e ⠀⠀⠀ a ⠀⠀⠀ r ⠀⠀⠀ t
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀
and your
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ l
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ i
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ e
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ s
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ i’ve forgotten
⠀⠀⠀⠀
what’s
⠀⠀⠀⠀
{real} ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀
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