I'm speechless.
Tonight was perfect.
City lights.
Sneaking out.
Forbidden kisses.
Perfection.
Your lips.
My lips.
Your body.
My body.
We are one.
Speechless.

We're being reckless.
Giving into temptation.
Your lips are magnetic.
Forcing mine upon yours.
Your touch is sweet.
Delicate even.
City lights shine for us.
Symbolising the spark we have.
Connection.
Desire.
Emotions.
Is this love?
Maybe.
It's the reckless kind.
The one that tears your heart out.
And leaves you breathless.
And speechless.
So conflicted.
We have 8 days.
So much could happen.
We should stop.
But being careful never enticed me.
So let's be reckless.
Let's kiss the way we did by the water.
Let's hold each other until we are one.
Let's love.

If I could stop thinking of your solar system eyes and starry lashes, that would be ******* fantastic.

love the boy who paints–
who harnesses the power of the spectrum
and brings life to his views
on the world

admire his colourful fingers
and lead stained hands.
he didn't mean to fray the
brushes like
he frayed your heart strings.

he only wants a little life
in his body and soul.
he paints with you in mind.
and when you see the crumpled up
tubes on the floor
of his bedroom,
know that they reflect
his efforts to make you happy.

I miss you.
2. You've got beautiful eyes. Such beautiful eyes. Honestly.
3. You have stardust in your eyelashes.
4. I'm not going to hurt you. I don't know if I ever did but if I did I'm sorry.
5. I'm so sorry I didn't just tell you how I felt. I should have done more to make you see it.
6. You called me really often. I really liked that.
7. When we'd talk at night and I'd start to get drowsy, it wasn't because you were boring me. It was because you relaxed me enough to sleep.
8. I think about you all the time.
9. I write about you all the time.
10. God, ****...I miss you. So ******* much.
11. Please come back. ******* please. **please.

I woke up next to you that morning, with bruises and bite marks on my arms that proved you loved me the night before. You kissed them and I swear I heard them sigh.
But that same night, you left me again. What changed in you within that day I'm still unsure. But you told me I could no longer be a priority to you. And I felt all my importance disappear in an instant.
It all made sense to me after that, though. The bruises, I mean. You left a mark so I would remember you even after you left. You even kissed them goodbye.
And then you disappeared as well.


↠mndi➣

Just hug me. Please. I don't even care that you get nervous and hug really awkwardly, like you don't know what to do with those long arms and you hold on either too tight or too loose. I don't mind.