and while time
does heal all wounds,
time does not
heal the scars

He’s your 2am and 2pm,
He can make you breathless;
without him trying..
He became your world.
You were trying your best to stop,
but you realized it’s too late.


I’ve been there, and it killed me.
It was the best thing that has happened
to me.
Just let it; let the love control you
and feel the pain, feel it.
Let it flow into your veins
until you bleed. Because after that
it will surely teach you how to be better.
And how to love right..

I can't bear the thought of leaving her
My heart that races when I see her
Stopped and still inside my chest
My life's blood
That I would so gladly bleed for her
Dead within my veins
Casting off that cold corpse like a blanket
And flying into the darkness
Leaving her so alone
A broken widow in this world
Her soul mate flown
Gone away without her
I can't bear the thought of leaving her
Just going away
Leaving her nothing
But my cold flesh to cry on

You fed me lies, while I swallowed every syllable.
You gave me your bittersweet words of false hope to chew on,
And I willingly devoured them at each sitting.

Now I lay here staring at the letters you once wrote me,
Seeing now that I was blinded.
With each progressing sentence,
You made a fool of me.
And now all I crave to do,
Is watch each word burn in raged flames.

Yet, I'm still hungry.

- (c.w.)

Let me love you. Let me make out with you, then trail my lips from your neck all the way down to just above the waistband of your underwear. Just imagine the feeling of my lips hovering just above that sweet spot where your hot desire is growing. My warm breath across your skin, my lips and tongue and gentle touch in the perfect spot, igniting a flame in the deepest depths of you, striking a match in your heart. Imagine my hands under your thighs, just slightly holding your legs up while I kiss and lick and ****. Imagine how the warmth and tingling sensation will travel up your spine and into your head and back down your chest while you breathe, heavy and sporadic. Imagine how much harder you'll get when you see me come up to breathe, smirking smugly, my **** in the air, covered in lacy *******, my hair a mess from you sliding your hands in and out of it, my lips wet, my ******* aching hard and straining my bra. Think about running your hands all along those full curves, like two berries, ripe and ready to be picked. Hold them gently, as if one too-tight squeeze could break them. Kiss my lips as if one too-hard kiss could shatter them to pieces like a wineglass on a wooden floor. Touch me like I'm made of porcelain and listen to me moan "I love you. I love you. I love you."
Do you miss me now?