Nothing that I have is mine anymore,
He has taken everything.
From the air that I breathe to the words I write down,
He,
Stole them.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
If you come to preach to me of love, Don’t.
Don’t tell me how great it is because I know.
Soft skin colliding, moving, connecting in perfect harmony. Warmth against warmth. Lips against lips. Hands upon hips. Enclosing – embracing –enchanting.
Don’t tell me how fantastic it is, cause I know.
I know the ins and outs. The beauty, the passion, the sparks and the moon and the stars bursting into a kollidaskope of vibrant wonders waiting for the two of us to explore.
I cant phrase it just right but I know.
And now there is a whole list of cannots that I can not seem to master.
Your love left fragmented shards scattered through the memories in my mind. So I think in splinters.
When I see you with someone else I feel that pang of jealousy I am no longer allowed to feel.
You dropped me like hot coal fresh from the flame. And I fell.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC