Do you think two people can forget the way another’s lips tasted on their mouth?

My body is not a manifestation of my worth, but an expression of my self-love.

We taste like wildfires and crimson sunsets and sticky honey.

Home once used to be a place, not
just the absence of memory.

Dear self, I know I am struggling at the moment I am facing a whole lot of doubts and low self-esteem I am facing anxieties about the dreams that I am going to pursue, for me, for the both of…

I dare you to let down your guard, to be vulnerable before taking control, to imagine the sensuality of making love instead of simply fucking.

She forgot to put in it the infinite emptiness of life.

You can’t make me disappear
As long as my hometown shall be the same as yours
You can’t pretend I never existed
As long as our common friends exist

My dreams break open
And spill
Fat drops of honey