you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
i saw an entire life with you as soon as we met.
i read somewhere, that there is a day in the year that is always a catalyst. a day where you hit rock bottom for years on end. mine is november 9th.
i will die trying to prove my critics wrong.
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.
the taste of tragedy is so fresh on my tongue. i believe the aftertaste shall linger forever.
my life is tied to your in the strongest of knots. no terrors could unravel us. you are too tangled into the depth of my soul.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.