to love you is to breathe, even when the weight of a thousand wars have moved their fight inside my chest.

I mostly write about how hard it is for me to breathe, but what I don't write about is the way my sore eyes get some relief when they fall upon you. Your face - blue eyes and devious smile - causes my heart to skip a beat and my stomach to flutter. I don't know if this is love or lust, but it feels like forever.

I hated how he acted,
but I loved the warmth
of his hands on my skin

don't
  be honest
       for
          their
              sake,

      be
         honest
               for
                 yours.