someone asked me today what made me feel the most alive. and through tears i told them it was you.
desire is such an ugly thing. pure want disguised in wandering fingertips, fingers laced in hair, and glazed over eyes.
you’ve ruined my life. i will say i love you until i am hoarse. i will kiss you until my lips are raw. i will cry for you until i cry a river. i will hold you until my arms can no longer hold themselves up. i will miss you until the sun sinks into the sky for the final time.
just because you are not mine, doesn’t mean i can’t wish you were.
my brothers are not my blood, but they are mine. we have been through tragedy and triumph together. they have been my shoulder to cry on, and i have wiped away many of their tears myself. my soul will always be tied with theirs.
i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
if i showed you all my dark, im afraid you’d never be able to see my light again.
one day i will have flowers waiting for me when i get home, and glances at dinner with his family, and good sex, and actually laugh at what he says, and i will trust him completely, and i will truly love him.
i wish you were laconic. you aren’t. you just don’t care.
my heart mourns you for weeks. my brain takes care of my body while my hearts barely beats on.