I begged for you to touch me tonight.
I begged for you to dig your fingers into my skin,
to leave crimson half crescent moons into my being.
but you didn't.
you didn't and that hurt more than if you had
because my soul was aching for a comfort so painful it would bring only bliss.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
I begged for you to touch me tonight.
I begged for you to dig your fingers into my skin,
to leave crimson half crescent moons into my being.
but you didn't.
you didn't and that hurt more than if you had
because my soul was aching for a comfort so painful it would bring only bliss.
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