Come, hold your breath and cross my heart.
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Come, hold your breath and cross my heart.
I am once again asking for a boy to hold me gently in his arms and to tell me he loves me
the only place in the world that doesn't feel cruel to me is your arms. you hold me tighter as my tears spill on your shirt. you're the only one i'd allow to see me this way.
sometimes i think he'd be happier if i just stopped talking to him
kiss me passionately before you go, kiss me like it's the last, your hands wandering and gripping onto my frame as to never let me out of your grasp, small tears streaming down our face, it's a bittersweet goodbye knowing this could be the last time we can phsically give affection until then, i love you so much my sweet, my dearest. never let go of me.
Me vs waking up and crying for half an hour cuz I miss him being my person
i wish i could describe our love as prideful. i wish we could hold hands like we were winning a battle. i wish our kisses felt like a romantic act of defiance to those who said we couldn’t. instead it’s full of fear, and guilt, and shame. instead it’s cold lonely nights when you can’t leave your house. it’s hiding our necklace under our shirts. it’s being your friend. it’s for protection. it’s for safety. i know it’s for our survival, but relationships shouldn’t feel this lonely.
you once told me you were afraid that you didn't want me to regret being with you in the long run. now the only thing i regret is not trying harder to prove that i would never regret a single moment with you