the details of you;
{your body, the way your body is an masterpiece of art embellished with those tattoos, the way you speak, the way you light up when you are nostalgic or talking about something you are fascinated about, the way you move, the way you grove to music you like, the way you are being brutally honest or just to kind sometimes, the way you dress and so much more}
cut deeper into my skin than every blade, knife or even every other person I met and every other memory I have.
you are just so different like everyone else, in the best way possible.
but still you are so forbidden for me.
my body, my mind and sadly, even a bit, my heart is yearning for you.
I am only a human, so what can I do.
aren't we here to make mistakes?
I know that this whole situationship with you is a mistake, but I don't feel guilty for wanting you.
》e.d.《
