[letmebethecure]

People have always told me that I can’t expect to be loved how I love. Because it is fierce, and strong, and unconditional, and rare. But I donno. If we don’t look for magic, then we won’t find it now will we? After all the wars I’ve battled, I don’t think I’d settle for anything less.

[wordx]

i will never be ashamed of being someone who loved a little more.

[letmebethecure]

“You are the only one, I want you to know, who can really get under my skin.”

[letmebethecure]

A moment of panic.

Tingling in my lips.

The symptoms chaotic.

The surge relentless.

I grasp for reassurance.

“Am I okay?” I wonder. “Will this too pass?” I cry.

And I realize I’m glad you’re not here to ask.

To burden.

To hold.

To extinguish.

But maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe it was all along.

Maybe I am supposed to learn that I deserve love all of the time.

Even here.

Especially here.

[letmebethecure]

I felt myself nearing the edge

My feelings breaking me apart

One commanded touch at a time

But much to my surprise

There was more ground to break

There was more pleasure to ache

As he pulled me farther into him

Farther than I thought I could go

My senses heightened to their maximum capacity

At rapid speeds

Where it was almost too much

And yet somehow not enough

It would never be enough

Even after I shattered

Completely

Willingly

Wholly

For him

With him

In him

Again and again

And again

For you, I would

[letmebethecure]

Prompt: “There are people I will never speak to again who know parts of me no one else ever will”

I think of all the things we never said

The way I knew what you were thinking

The way you knew what I would do

The way our bond was instant and unbreakable

Despite all of our best efforts to untangle it

You knew my darkness

And I was friends with yours

And no matter how much we aged

We were still those little girls

Looking to be saved by one another

No one will ever know me like that again

Not even you

I hope you are living somewhere in the stars

You always were magic like that

[letmebethecure]

I keep seeing this song everywhere. Brings me back.

[letmebethecure]

Eyes blurred

Words heavy

Thoughts that bend

I fear nothing is what

I believe it to be

I fear that I am all

alone

[letmebethecure]

Lips lingering on lips

Passion crashing into passion

I crave the kind of moment

where feeling threatens to

shatter

me into pieces

Pieces that leave me more whole

than when I began

You can have me there

[letmebethecure]

A stumbled step

I take a deep breath

The air burns with the strangled fragrance of retreat

Sometimes it feels like everything hurts me

Everything, but you

[letmebethecure]

Hidden worlds

Castle moats

of feelings

and desire

I have discovered

that my observations

are far

less important

Than the things

you want

me to know

[letmebethecure]

Closer

Can you come a little closer?

Can you drown out the sense of uncertainty,

and hold me through the loss of consistency?

I need the crisp taste of something tangible

And you sound like just what I need

Closer

Even closer

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

when did the hands leave that held me so tightly that for once i believed i was safe

i am still bruising on the ground

[letmebethecure]

where

did the heart go

that loved me

so fiercely

that for once

I believed

I was worthy

I am still checking for a pulse

[8nin]

idk but being equally obsessed with each other sounds hot to me

[letmebethecure]

And when the day slows down

And I am finally alone

You are always there on my mind

[letmebethecure]

“I am shifting sands,” he said. “I’ll slip right through your fingers.”

He meant it as a deterrent,

but it only felt like home.

Love had always been something I had to bleed for.

I woke up every day with the unconscious thought of, “What do I need to do or say today to feel loved and safe?”

It was exhausting and draining and demeaning.

Sometimes, it still is.

[letmebethecure]

The simple act of noticing

The way he smiles at the end of a sentence

And the way she giggles quietly when she’s nervous

The way the moon reflects on her collarbone

And the way his eyes search for hers in the silence

I had been moving through this world so rapidly

And then there was you

Will you witness me, as I witness you?