Your body was my holy ground. Your moans my prayer.
You’re all danger and empty words and I’m all pain and broken promises and together we can create a storm so violent it would put hurricanes to shame and I think maybe we may be onto something.
I am enough without you.
I had turned a human into my home, too naive to notice the thousands of signs warning me against doing so.
I no longer love you. It’s as simple as that. It’s as difficult as that. I’m no longer in love with you. And nothing is as simple as that. Nothing is more difficult than that.
You tell me you miss me and that things haven’t been the same, but all that’s different is that you’re starting to forget what my skin looks like in the dark.
I’d get drunk off your eyes and high off your touch. We were two kids in love. Two kids that couldn’t get enough of each other.
Don’t try to force the feelings. Don’t convince yourself of the tingles and goosebumps and butterflies if there aren’t any
You deserve to be the one who dictates someone else’s happiness, instead of constantly allowing your happiness be determined by others. Just as so many have done to you, for the first time in your life, you deserve to break someone’s heart.
Every time I think of you, I almost tell you that I do. I almost pick up the phone and dial your number. I almost tell you that I miss you, that I love you, that you still haven’t left my goddamn mind.