ɪɴᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ.

17 1 6
                                    

Hold me as I rest between your thighs, my head on your stomach, and your hands brushing through my hair. After all the loathing, I finally feel comfortable. (It might all change for the better.)

Eat me alive like a parasite, indulge in my sweet taste, for all I truly desire is to feel your tongue enveloping my thoughts; touch and mess with every part of my damned brain, as all I need in the end is you. (This isn't me.)

Look me in the eyes and convince me that my presence is unworthy, please rub in how much I'm hated, surround me in cruel words, overwhelm me with you and your presence- force it all down my throat until I beg you to stop. (It hurts.)

Place me in the abyss of misunderstanding and let me be confused: who's the problem? Is it me, or is it you? (It's all your fault.)

Me, myself, and I? No, just you. Just you. All I need is you. (What?)

Every glance I take to look at you is desperate and sulky. Please change, and indulge in my soul like a lover, be my beloved, love me, touch me, be mine. Please. (It will never change.)

(i have resurrected -lie-. i decided to be funky and made a random one from the top of my head idk haha..)

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)Where stories live. Discover now