Lying here, smells like comfort and *******
Your body makes the tics tock faster, timely and my heartbeat
One kiss, I forget you
Two kiss, I forget us
Three kiss, gone
Now my clothes are stained with the memory's of the boys that took them off.
The ones that never bothered to learn my middle name.
And I never found out their favourite colour...
I can't get dressed without a flashback now days
The moment just before you kiss someone is better than any kiss you'll ever have.
That few seconds before your lips touch,When your heart is beating fast and your stomachs full of butterflies.
You're intertwined with each other, and you're both waiting for the other to move in.
That moment is perfect
I kiss can be good or bad ,but that moment is always my favourite...
That moment feels infinite
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.
It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.
When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.
When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.
Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
Look at you
Look at what you've become
You think this is happiness
Her under your thumb
Her resolve breaking down
The parts used to fix your life
Her medium of release
The blade of a knife
This is abuse
In its emotional sense
Using sadness and anger to manipulate and hence
It doesn't take much
To bring a state of vex
This relationships a cycle
Of pain and ***
*** only providing a temporay relief
Before our eyes are opened
To the strife and grief
Yet she defends you
Once said its problems at home
With each word in your defense
I think Stockholm, Stockholm
Since her resolve is crumbling
To ashes and dust
I ask myself whether its love or lust
Lust its loss
A fear of losing control
Like you did with another
Like you did as a whole
Thats why she"s your second
Thats why you're with her
A girl who never argues
Retaliates or infers
So you can remain in control
Keep her in a drone like state
Where her spirit is in your hands
Where you decide her fate
So I write this poem with the hope
That she will find
That a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind
I don't want to date you I just want to be with you
I don't want to have to worry about idiotic things like Valentine's day or anniversaries
I don't need you to hold my hand in public or for people to know that I spent the night at your house last Saturday
I just want to sit on your bed and talk about the universe.
I want to be comfortable enough around you that you can see me bare faced or half dressed without either of us thinking twice about it
I want your hands all over me, holding me to you like I'm the last Breath of air you'll ever have
I don't need something as trivial as a boyfriend I just want us to be together.
In our own unique way.
I just want you so much it hurts
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