he takes me in with a long drag while he lights me up and just when i'm on fire he puts me out with his sole and leaves me smoldering next to his empty beer bottle.
he felt slight in my arms, like trying to hold a ray of light from the sun tattoo on his wrist. and when he kissed me i tasted his sadness and his demons, drinking them in myself with the hope that he would be able to burn a little brighter, like the sun tattoo on his wrist.
Actions speak louder than words but words cut deeper than actions...just like an arrow which leaves the bow or a bullet that leaves the gun cannot be summoned back...it is the same with words..so just be a little careful as to what you say..words are such that they can uplift a person and as well as shatter a person.