if i write poems about his lips, and how the only thing that could satisfy me would be to sink my teeth into them, that's love, right? if all i think about are his hands, and how they look like they could do me ****** harm, but instead i'm wishing they would treat me with extreme gentility, that's love, right? if on the way to school, i can't see the road ahead of me because of my tears and how they blur my vision because i know that he will never need me as much as i need him, that's love, right?if i'm wrenched into consciousness at one a.m., drenched in sweat, breathless at the subconscious thought of his hand in my hair, that's love, right? if i can't see anybody but him, eve as i'm filling the void with meaningless strangers, that's love, right? if i've lost myself into the ever loving abyss and i haven't cleaned my room in months, that's love, right? if my hair is matted and my soul id dead, if i'm not me and he's still him, that's love, right?
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
if i write poems about his lips, and how the only thing that could satisfy me would be to sink my teeth into them, that's love, right? if all i think about are his hands, and how they look like they could do me ****** harm, but instead i'm wishing they would treat me with extreme gentility, that's love, right? if on the way to school, i can't see the road ahead of me because of my tears and how they blur my vision because i know that he will never need me as much as i need him, that's love, right?if i'm wrenched into consciousness at one a.m., drenched in sweat, breathless at the subconscious thought of his hand in my hair, that's love, right? if i can't see anybody but him, eve as i'm filling the void with meaningless strangers, that's love, right? if i've lost myself into the ever loving abyss and i haven't cleaned my room in months, that's love, right? if my hair is matted and my soul id dead, if i'm not me and he's still him, that's love, right?
