He cocked his head, looked down at me curled up in his arms, vulnerable, I'd imagine he'd see me as, and parted his lips to let out a string of words tied to a sigh.
"What is your favorite memory?" He spoke, the words dripping off his tongue and slipping down my face, creeping into my mouth, coating the insides of my lungs I no longer breathed from.
I wanted to say this one; The one where I bled to death in his arms, and I finally felt the sting of his tears he no longer had to hide.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
He cocked his head, looked down at me curled up in his arms, vulnerable, I'd imagine he'd see me as, and parted his lips to let out a string of words tied to a sigh.
"What is your favorite memory?" He spoke, the words dripping off his tongue and slipping down my face, creeping into my mouth, coating the insides of my lungs I no longer breathed from.
I wanted to say this one; The one where I bled to death in his arms, and I finally felt the sting of his tears he no longer had to hide.
