she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.
*here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.*
this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.
*here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.*
this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
