what
is
this
what
are
we
too
early
to
be
called
love
too
risky
to
be
in
love
*f
a
l
l
i
n
g
for
you*
i think,
i think i would
i might already did
because if i didn't
i wouldn't
ache
for
you.
—k. aoife maude
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
he looked at me as if i was poetry
and he held me.
he held me as if my thorns weren't there, as if they didn't even touch him,
when they actually hurt him, cut him almost as deep as my wounds that he's been trying to heal.
but he stayed
through the drought and the hurricane.
he bled for me, he held me through my insanity.
and i've never been so afraid,
i'm afraid he's going to love me.
—k. aoife maude
i'm afraid i'll hurt him even more.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
it wasn't just the fingerprints that you left on my door hinge, it was all of the broken pieces i gave you for i thought you'd change.
— k. aoife maude
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC