I wish to keep your embrace in my pocket,
just so when my hands get too cold, my jacket could feel a little less empty.
-Selfish things I wish for because I love you

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I wish to keep your embrace in my pocket,
just so when my hands get too cold, my jacket could feel a little less empty.
-Selfish things I wish for because I love you
Often times we are told that all our bodies should resemble an hourglass more than that of a woman's.
But we are not made of glass. We are of bones, skin, muscle, and fat. We bruise, we scar, we shrink, and we widen,
But unlike glass, we are never broken.
Let hell overflow with the souls
of those who sold themselves
to devil just so they could once more
meet your gaze.
You are no saint, and nor deity,
yet those sinners of desire
crucify themselves in repentance.
I found a home in you and I just want this address to be permanent.
It is the touch of your lips, and the caress on your skin that soothe my eyes to gradually close. It is the symphony of your moans, and the rhythm of your breathing that make up my lullaby as it echoes. As your fingers trace each scar, and discolored line, My body is decorated in written prose. You remind that the climax is the peak of a story, and you read it to me on a night that we chose.
AThingIWroteThatIâmTooInsecuretoTellMyFriendsAbout
You can always love people differently, and they can always hurt you all the same.
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âI asked for a drop of affection, and you turned into the rain... ... I couldnât catch you.âÂ
She told me to grow, so I grew to be a rose. Thatâs when I found out that roses were always meant to have thorns, and there will be two types of people: people who will cut off your thorns, ripping out everything thatâs bad about you, and there will be those who will just hold you in the right places to keep you whole.