I don't quite know where I am going, And I don't quite know what I need. But I know what I want, And can taste it. But sadly, it's so far out of reach.
why do I feel like there is nothing for me never any happy days or acceptance or praise just the heavy burden of feeling imperfect and failing to please a stranger the stranger being society and its impossible to reach standards
we are running low on words on stories to share on struggles to rant about and the silence is deafening
we are running low on each other on the sound of each other's voices on the smiles and sights of our joy and the distance is suffocating
we are running low on the feeling we get when we see each other on the butterflies in our stomachs on the goosebumps up our arms and the emptiness is shattering
"You are too young," "You do not mean what you say," Our parents and our friends, they fail to see our love but, my goodness is it ever bright. How could they not see it? Best friends turned lovers is so perfectly right.
the touch of someone's skin on another's has been written about plenty already but I swear to you his touch is like no other so innocent and fragile but commanding and strong yet gentle and caring while he bites me all along the sting and the numbness the tickle of his tongue his touch is like no other so right though so wrong all my softness in his clutch his being needs no guide he knows where and how to touch as his eager mouth finds mine his tracing fingertips bring chills up my chilly and bare spine his touch is one that nearly kills but I am on cloud nine