Damn
i’ll fuck you in love, even though it is not
Zyanya | 16 | Maybe I could swim into your thoughts
like your drugs do
Don’t be selfish. If you do not love the way her hair curls at the ends or her nose wrinkles when she laughs then let her go. If you don’t see her as a fucking masterpiece then let her go, because someone else will. Don’t be selfish. If you don’t love the way she sneezes or the way she dribbles the toothpaste down her chin when she brushes her teeth then let her go. If your heart doesn’t almost beat out of your chest when you wake up and the first thing you see is her soundly sleeping on your shoulder. Someone else would kill for that. Being with someone when you know you don’t love them is cruel. It’s not only cruel it’s holding them back from someone that could give them everything. Someone that feels waves breaking in their ribcage when they see her walk around the corner. Someone that has had the worst of days, but rainbows suddenly appear at the thought of her. Someone who hears the sound of her voice and it soothes the darkest of nightmares. If that is not you, let her go. She is wonder, she is magic, she deserves someone who believes that every single day, not just on certain days.
Some people are good at loving, others are good at being loved. Two very different things. And some people, perhaps the luckiest of all, are good at being loved and giving that same love in return.
You know it’s true love when you can look into someone’s eyes and feel as though you have touched there soul with your hand.
And you feel kinda conection, feelings that you never felt before
Every part of me is a dagger
the delicate cleft between my thighs
softly folded
the pink curve of my chest
bellowing
the tender fleshiness of my lips
sweet and swollen
Your love is a suicide
I could immediately sense the regret in your stature.
But it was too late.
You had tied a piece of string around my heart and dragged it behind you until it was grinded to nothing.
In your own pursuit for satisfaction, you killed every part of me.
How am I supposed to think clearly when you have completely wrecked my mind?
How am I to love, when you have thoroughly destroyed my heart?
