he likes to touch my face with his thumb on my lips and i wonder if anybody else has ever felt this small and then he presses his mouth to the bone in my hip and he whispers that i am his porcelain doll. as his nose grazes against where my stomach dips, i can feel my heart slow to a crawl and i wonder if i am okay as my veins do flips, i wonder if i’ve ever really been fine at all.
thumb on my lips (k.p.k)
Uhh.. *~*













