the tired eyes and sluggish hands in a late night rendezvous that starts with a touch that explodes in your chest the fire at your fingertips that splatter all throughout and it's the sparks in your lungs the brightness against a groggy gaze which fills the spaces between your words the ellipses between your sentences the pauses between each breath you take every hesitation and never seems to end.
the way you stand in the mirror with eyes full of tears
because in the wrong lighting you so easily declare yourself frightening
claiming no one, not even yourself could love you but it's a scary thing when they say they feel it too
not knowing how much you actually care for them they so easily say the same thing you do
breaking your heart slowly and unknowingly
you tell her I hate you and without hesitation, she repeats, I hate you too
If you don't love yourself first there is no way you could possibly truly love someone else. Don't ever let someone believe they hate themselves especially if you love them. Relationships can't be one-sided, so make sure you let the people you love know you love them before it's too late. Especially yourself. Always love yourself.
you, special one, so enthralling indeed casting fits of need with viridescent pits of greed take me between your fists in the lifeless heat of night break a willful bird from the fantasy of flight what kind of crippling love do we breed when all is good only when I bleed? I bleed.