Come lay with me

I just wanna feel your skin brush against mine

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I've found true love, and I've found it truly hurts.

AMH

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I love a boy that sees the fall leaves in my hair and cool summer nights in my eyes, who ignores the icy winter in my words and lavishes in the spring flowers he seems to want to shower me in.  I love a boy that could tell me he loves me every second of every day, and tries his absolute best too. I love a boy that looks at me like the moon, with stars in his eyes. Who earns laughter like sweet dripping honey from my lips and spends each day trying to taste every drop of it. I love a boy that I could spend the better half of eternity telling ‘I love you, more’, and still end up losing because his love is like a wave crashing over me. I drown every time and I don’t ever want to breathe air again. I just want to breathe you in. Every day. For the rest of my life. I love you.

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i. He is like gasping for air and finding my lungs filling with water. Clawing at my chest but still unable to breathe. ii. Romance novels and love stories didn’t prepare me for this, this sweet ache that tastes like molasses and sits just as heavily in my stomach as if it was tar, I can try to swallow, but it’s going to end up choking me. iii. Brown eyes, chocolate eyes, a melting pot. They make me melt. Stop and stare. iv. I tell him I’m happy and I cry. I am so fucking happy. v. I tell him I’m scared and I cry. I am so fucking scared. vi. I fall asleep on his chest and I am home. His lips in my hair and his heartbeat in my ear, everything is perfect, and he is perfect. Like my whole universe is in that spot, on that bed, in that moment.

vii. I dream about his smile, the way he raises one side of his mouth a little more than the other. About how my fingers feel tangled in his hair as I drag kisses down his face. I dream about our legs, tangled together each morning and our breath doing the same each night. Making him dinner and his breath on my neck, I always wanted that. He knows everything I want. I don’t even have to tell him. 

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Some of us have a sadness that can’t be soothed.

A.M.H.

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Sorry, I’m broken. There are shards you’ll cut yourself on.

A.M.H.

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59 days, 4 hours, 57 minutes, and 36 seconds

Hypothetically this never should have happened. 

The simple euphoria of you running fingers through my hair, goosebumps following the roughness of your calloused hands on my thighs, breathing ‘I love you’ back and forth like it’s the most important thing we’ve ever said.

And it is, isn’t it? Nothing else matters when I’m with you and I care even less when I’m not. It’s not weird, because I love you.  I love your upper lip and that little scar that makes you look tough, I love how messy your hair is in the morning, I love how you cling to me in your sleep, the way you hold me like you’re never going to lets go... I love your play jealousy, the way you try to hide me from other people, I love the PDA, the constant kisses in the store, skin brushing, you hand constantly on me... I love the way you smile and close your eyes when I kiss all over your face, I love when you come up from behind me and kiss my neck, I love cooking for you, you always like it. I love the sound of your breathing as you fall asleep, and all the little sounds, I love the look you get when i look up at you, like you're melting, I love all of you. All of it. Every tiny piece.

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I'm so in love and I am so fucking scared.

A.M.H.

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‘You are a galaxy, if you split yourself open, all the stars that you’ve accumulated will fall out. Swirling constellations will drip onto the ground and pool at your feet, if you peer into your body, tight spheres of planets clumps of asteroids  and comets will be found, sticking to your bones and gritting against your tendons…’

Before you, I wrote about space. I wrote about galaxies about the vastness of a universe, about how it represented me; lonely and dark, unknown and dangerous, unstable. I used to think there was no way on Earth that we could be together.

So you told me we could be king and queen of the moon, we could make a home in the broken fragments of my imagination... How we could live out our days in the stars while you tried to make me feel like one.

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Love

[greasy cheeseburgers at 7 in the morning, trying to fill the gaps in your stomach where the butterflies are still swarming. 

i know he couldn’t sleep and the hours never seemed so long.

i’m antsy waiting to get back to him because i feel so safe and whole in his arms, and i know it’s eating at him to feel me there again.

don’t worry its eating at me too. i love you.]

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He's already planting flowers where you ripped holes in me.

A.M.H.

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Sometimes it'll hurt so fucking bad... but don't pick the scab.

A.M.H.

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I've seen your future, things go well....with or without me.

A.M.H.

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I spent years scraping your tattoo kisses from my skin.

A.M.H.

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I'm so hurt by all the things he doesn't say.

A.M.H.

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Bless me father, for I have sinned. I've taken far more pleasure in this life than you intended to give.

A.M.H.

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He kisses my ring finger, he calls it his favorite.

A.M.H.

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My entire fucking soul belongs to me, because even if he leaves, I will LIVE. And the tiny ashes that he manages to steal away will ride the winds and find their way back to me and I will move on. I love him but he is not everything; although he may feel like it. I guess that's the thing about love. Even when you have it you can experience heartbreak. I guess that's the thing about soulmates. You may not only have one.

A.M.H.