I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tightly against me.
Closer. Closer. Crush me to grains and wear me out. I want evidence of you on my skin. Whether it be love or pain, I will carry it with me to battle. I want to remember it with every step I take, every beat of my heart. I want to know you're with me when I sell my soul to the devil.
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Intersections, Thunderstorms and No Sense of Direction
PoesíaRandom pieces that help me keep writing and expressing myself. Story excrepts or single sentences, whenever I feel inspired or sort through the rubble in my mind. [Warning: First few chapters were written when I was young. Please understand that I w...
