I just want to be held.
Embraced by your arms and shoved into your chest with the passion that I long to feel from you.
I want you to burn me.
Burn me to death and give me new life.
Your cigarette burn holed love.
Entrap me in that brown eyed gaze.
**** ME WITH YOUR EYES!
They say you can tell a sign of attraction by watching where someone looks when they are talking to you.
When words escape your mouth all I can look at is where they are coming from.
Your lips that make me want to bite you.
Your tongue that makes me want to shove you against a wall and hold you there.
So you're mine.
Be mine.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
I hope we're always friends.
You showed me a part of your soul tonight.
I saw a glimmer of You.
It was nice.
Better than nice,
Rewarding.
I want to see it more often.
You're a kind soul deep down.
Just as vulnerable as the rest of us.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
I can't get the image of you inside her out of my head.
Anxiety attack in 3...2...
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
The truth escapes my lips in my dreams, but stays inside when I'm awake.
I'm afraid of you.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
"just try not to give a ****
I try and I try and I ******* try.
But all I do is give a ****
I care so ******* much that it claws up my throat until it feels like I can't breathe.
I care about anything that goes through your stupid ******* head, even now, when I know you could give a ****
I don't want to anymore.
I don't want to want you anymore.
Your apathy drowns me.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
I want you.
All of you.
Hands through my hair.
Lips everywhere.
Consume me.
Ruin me.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
I'm a wannabe thief.
I want to steal things from you.
Like a sweater or a shirt.
A glance, a lighter, your glasses.
To steal a kiss would make me the happiest man on Earth.
But most of all I want to steal your heart...
and never let go.
But I'm just a wannabe.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
We ****** in my dream last night.
You loved it.
So maybe is was reality.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
There's something wrong with me.
Not physically, but mentally.
I love too easily.
I never thought that wearing your heart on your sleeve was a bad thing.
Those are the kindest people.
I'm one of them.
And then your sleeve gets torn off by a rabid dog that eats your heart and you die.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC