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

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.

-

-

-

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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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

❀ ✿ ❀

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

❀ ✿ ❀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 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.

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

.

.

.

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} ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀

❋

❋

❋

i

forget

how to breathe

when my mind wanders

to you.

bittersweet

memories

caught

in my throat

no room

for

air.

x

x

x