Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Автор: Beramode

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F/F/

My kisses have left their marks оn your shoulders

Like fiery bites of a snake.

 

A/N/

I want to be seduced by a man, I run out again, feather to the wind, full of wild expectations, out in the spring night.

K/D/

My parents are redoing their porch,

peeling off the wallpaper and painting it

the color of fog оn wet mornings.

We soak the paper and some of it comes off

in long strips. It’s satisfying

to tear and rip and shred it from the wall.

Other pieces cling to the paint

like meat to a bone and we scrape at it

wanting to expose the room’s underbelly,

the old wood panels underneath.

Sometimes I want to peel back

the layers of my heart and find

what I’ve left behind, what I’ve hidden;

the soft bones, the part of me that’s true.

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I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.

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That’s the thing about introverts; we wear our chaos in the inside where no-one can see it.

B/M/

The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive.

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So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.

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I don’t trust words. I even question actions - but I never doubt patterns.

H/L/

-Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?

-Mine? Before you and after you.

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We were together. I forget the rest.


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