The way your fingers linger on my skin feels like you're ripping open my skin and touching my veins, tracing them and holding my heart between your hands, while I lie here cowering away like a small child on their first day of school because I've never needed someone like I need you and with just the flick of your wrist you can stop my whole world.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
The way your fingers linger on my skin feels like you're ripping open my skin and touching my veins, tracing them and holding my heart between your hands, while I lie here cowering away like a small child on their first day of school because I've never needed someone like I need you and with just the flick of your wrist you can stop my whole world.