And to be truthful, my hands still tremble when they imagine touching you, and quickly turn to tight, balled fists when I picture another girl holding your heart like I did. I grow violent, crack my knuckles and envision another’s bones snapping, not our passion. It’s been difficult lately trying to swallow our pride. This love requires more compromise than we each can provide. And to be honest, I climb into a creaky four-poster bed each evening and hold a shirt still lingering with your scent like a lifeline, like a buoy in this sea of blankets. I am alone in this vast body of water, clinging to the notion that you’ll pull me towards shore or we’ll sink together. Our skin is stained with the color of last summer, and dear, I’d give anything to have the hunger we felt for each other then back. We’re both starving today. We should eat.
we long for more than our rations allow right now // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)
