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-we both did wrong N. Hardy

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I may have shot the gun, but you supplied me the bullets.
-we both did wrong N. Hardy
I believe that without adventure, my spirit would die.
N. Hardy
Just tell me the truth.
The honest to God truth.
When you see me with my head tilted back, and I’m laughing like there’s no tomorrow,
do you smile?
When I bite my lip cause I’m nervous,
do you catch yourself staring?
When I’m quieter than usual, and there’s no light in my eyes,
does your chest grow heavy?
When I say I love you, do you feel a thing?
Anything at all?
N. Hardy
There’s laughter dripping from her lips, and sunshine in her eyes.
N. Hardy
It hurts because I want you here, but I can’t bring myself to say it,
so I do the only thing I know how to; I
push you away.
N. Hardy
The world sees him as loud,
hot tempered,
and electric.
Truth is he’s soft. He’s one of the softest people I’ve ever met with his big brown eyes, and gentle hands. He can calm any of your storms with just one look.
So maybe the world thinks he’s too aggressive, or too much,
but what does the world know?
N. Hardy
I want to go get high enough to sink into oblivion, and forget my own damn name.
I want to bleed out all this emptiness and feel something.
I want to fall straight down just for the rush.
I want to feel alive.
N. Hardy
I hope I see you again.
Not because I miss you, but because I want you to see what you are missing.
I want you to look at me and find every failed dream of yours,
every lost adventure,
and every bit of love you weren’t willing to give.
I want you to see me and feel everything you once felt push down on your chest.
I hope to see you again,
so you see what kind of a person you really are, and you realize how much you need to change.
N. Hardy
The air surrounding us was heavy with smoke and adventure. He looked like some type of angel, good or bad in the dark red lighting pulsing across the room. I could smell the musk on his leather jacket around my shoulders. He told me that bad boys know how to do it right, but he was so far from that. You could see heaven in his eyes and feel it in his touch. The smoke on his lips wasn’t proof of the sin going in his lungs, but escaping them. He is an angel with black wings; pure in his heart, but lethal like poison on the surface.
N. Hardy
These words are made from salt water and blood.
Tears and sweat.
These words come from the darkest parts of me,
So when I say I write,
I really mean I just cry and bleed.
N. Hardy
Maybe it’s better.
Maybe it’s not.
Maybe its all just some sick joke I haven’t caught onto yet.
Whatever the hell it is,
I need more.
N. Hardy
How badly I want you to pin me against a wall, and kiss my neck. How badly I want to feel your body pressed against mine with our breath mixed. How badly I want you in the simplest way possible.
N. Hardy
You are my rebellion.
N. Hardy
I can’t bring myself to really truly write about you,
because then it becomes all too real, and I’m terrified of that.
N. Hardy
You aren’t beautiful like crystal blue eyes and award winning smiles. You are beautiful in the way the sky turns hues of orange and red in the evening. You are beautiful in the way a fire burns and crackles. You are beautiful like a Fourth of July night when the sky is exploding with colors and booms. You are beautiful in the most chaotic way, and I love you for it.
N. Hardy
I want you. I want us. I want sunset laughter, and cuddling in the grass. I want your playful hands, and soft eyes. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
N. Hardy
I’m burning, but not to burn out. I’m burning to give light.
N. Hardy