Fantasy:
Swollen lips.
Bruises on my hips.
Goosebumps through your fingertips.
Reality:
Swollen heart.
Bruises from my thoughts.
Hating how you tear me apart.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Fantasy:
Swollen lips.
Bruises on my hips.
Goosebumps through your fingertips.
Reality:
Swollen heart.
Bruises from my thoughts.
Hating how you tear me apart.
My desire for you may be strong, but I can't handle the side effects of you any longer.
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