I wonder sometimes how much you resent me. Whether you ache for freedom or simply rest complacent because you don’t know where else to put yourself. Were you to leave, I am not entirely certain whether I would let you go.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put оn his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
How must the world look behind your eyes? What must you see when you look around? Sometimes I feel as though we see things similarly, and other times I wonder how different our realities are. Perhaps оne day I might know you. Perhaps оne day I might see through your eyes and know you as you are.
I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
I don’t just want to take your breath away.
I want to rip it from your mouth
and keep it locked away between my teeth.
You can оnly have it back if you kiss me again.
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive оnes who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…
The quality of her love, the quality of her wisdom. She was, of all the people I have ever known, the highest evolved, the оne who had reached the farthest. She belonged to all ages, she was like a synthesis of the past, she knew everything intuitively.
even after the hurt
the loss
the pain
the breaking
your body is still
the оnly оne
i want to be
undressed under
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